For the past couple of years, I've chosen a word to represent my goals and aspirations for each new year. Last year, I used a hyphenated word: Self-care. It seemed like a good word, given my state of being following a full year of suck (I'm looking at you, 2020).
I did a relatively good job of living up to the word(s). I scheduled more massages, facials, and reflexology appointments than I had in the previous few years, combined. I was mostly kind to myself. I cut myself some slack and I showed myself some grace.
All good things.
I ruminated over my word for 2022, but, in the end, it came to me as the answer to most of life's most pressing questions come to me; in my earliest waking moment, following a vivid dream.
Strength.
Strength to face the things that I need to face.
Strength of body.
Strength of mind.
Strength to share with people who need it from me.
Acceptance of strength offered to me by others.
Strength in my faith.
I pray for the ability to find strength in all aspects of my life and for the grace to ask for strength when I find it lacking.
Let's do this 2022.
“Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.”
-Victor Hugo
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