I kept hearing of that One Word phenomenon where you pick a word to be your theme for the new year.
Ever cautious of jumping on the bandwagon, I wasn’t planning to make 2014 the year of anything. That would be, like, committing to something. Which felt stressful and heaping more on my plate.
But then it came to me, almost like it picked me.
That’s how I want to live in 2014: boldly.
It scares the bajeezus out of me to say it. Bold is risky. It’s doing things that might not work and that will probably be hard.
But experience tells me that boldness is the way to the best stuff.
Boldness, Intention, and Joy
If 2012 was a year of new beginnings, 2013 was a year of settling in and of unexpected joys.
And those joys have left me wanting more. I’ve had a taste of what’s possible if I live more intentionally and take risks.
The risks I took last year weren’t random; they lined up with my values. So maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when pursuing those things brought beauty and joy and wonder.
So this year, I want to live with bold intention and do stuff that scares me.
Like tell people I want to write a book or three–and then do something about it. Like totally purge my closet. Like take a two-week road trip to Canada with a four and two-year old. Like open a B&B for friends. Like try to get pregnant while my husband’s still in grad school and then say that on the Internet.
In the end, I have only a shred of control over the outcome of many of these. 2014, in all of its boldness, might also bring failure and disappointment. Shoot, I might even fail to be bold.
But even attempting to walk in that direction seems best to me.
Making “bold” my anthem of 2014 doesn’t feel like adding to my plate; it feels like setting my course. I’ll probably stumble along the way, but I’d rather attempt hard things and fail then not try at all.
(Or relatively hard things–I did mention closet purging, after all).
What do you want 2014 to be all about?