Well, I did it.
I chose my one little word for 2014.
It's not something I do every year, in fact I've only chosen one once before. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea, I just always over complicate the matter by over thinking things to death and then it's the summer and I realize I never picked a word so I give up until next year so I can start the whole process anew.
But not this year, baby.
I didn't stew and hem and haw and second guess and wish and wash.
It's like my word chose me.
(Is that New Age-y or what?)
Drum roll please…
Once I started swirling possible words around in the soup of my brain I kept coming back to open.
Have I told you that I am a major introvert? Or have you pieced that together on your own?
While I am quite comfortable in my introverted tendencies I realize that in some areas of my life I may have crossed over to the extreme and I've become rather closed off in physical, emotional and sadly, even in spiritual ways.
Enter my word.
Let's see what happens in 2014.