So, here’s the thing. I’m no good at New Year’s resolutions. I’m just not. I think it’s got something to do with not liking to be told what to do (it’s a problem, y’all) or my preference to watch Housewives instead of sweating it out at hot yoga. I’m not a fan of making a list of things I “swear” to do better because “new year, new me” and “#goals” and blah. None of that.
So, for 2016, I thought it would be more effective to just choose a word. A word that would encompass what I wanted to carry with me for the 366 days of 2016 I was blessed with. A word to brand this year of my life. A word I could whisper and keep myself accountable for (surely I can handle one word…right?). A word that would hold true in each of the ups, downs and in-betweens that I knew were most definitely in store.
It starts with finding the light. Always finding the light. Preferably, an open window on a sunny day, but a well-lit room will work. If the vibe is right, the soft glow of the lamp in the corner or the faint beam of the twinkle lights hanging from your doorframe will do just fine. It always starts with finding the light.
Then comes the angle. You’ll try a few. One with the tilted head letting out a laugh…another with your lips pursed together in a sassy almost-pout. Chin up. No. Chin down. Half smile…eyes closed…fake laugh. Oh, that looks dumb…real laugh.