Kerri posted last week that her word, after much thought, was peace. I also had been thinking of a word for 2017. What did I want out of 2017? What would change my perception of 2017 versus the assault I felt that 2016 seemed to launch upon me? It seems a little hypocritical to say that my word for 2017 is deliberate seeing as how I fell asleep at 10:00 on New Year’s Eve, woke up briefly when my husband (who was asleep right next to me) told me that we missed midnight (at 12:09), and then didn’t get up until 9:00 on New Year’s Day… but I suppose one could say that it was my body’s deliberate intention to start 2017 on the right foot – more rested than I ended 2016.
I’ll say more about 2016 later, but it ended on a low note for me. One of my best friends was diagnosed with lymphoma and will start treatment early this year. I’ve spent weeks pondering how I could best help her. This goes back to being deliberate. Thinking carefully about the decisions I make, the things I say, and what I do. I like to think that I’m a pretty conscientious person, but I also know that I tend to get bogged down in my work and in my own mind. I get caught up in the small stuff and the minutiae. The stuff that doesn’t matter. Every year I resolve to do better at some of those things, but I don’t really stick to it.
So this year, I’m going to do it differently. This year, I’m going to live with deliberate intention. Each week, I’m going to choose something to focus on. To think about, to do something about, and to make peace with. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. I’m going to learn to accept that.
I’m going to have objective, measurable goals for certain aspects of my life (like being healthy). I’m going to strive to find balance between my work and my life, particularly with my husband. I’m going to look for opportunities to say yes, but I’m also going to say no to things that I don’t want to do or that I can’t do.
This week, I’m focused on our unicorns. Those amazing seniors from one of our high schools who are counting on me to see them through the college application process. (Their advisor miscarried – another terrible end to 2016, so I’ve adopted them all as my babies while she attempts to find normalcy in her life.) You’ll probably hear more about the unicorns later this year; they are an inspiring group of young people who have been tragically and terribly affected by the election – and yet, they keep moving forward. If you ever need to be inspired about the state of the world, come to Dallas and meet our babies. They are the only reason I know that the world is going to be okay… at some point.
I think you’re supposed to end posts on a high note, and this one might seem kind of depressing. I can assure that is NOT my intention. I am wildly optimistic about this endeavor – of treating 2017 with deliberate action. Deliberate choices. Deliberate words. Nothing is an accident; it’s the result of deliberate intention.
So let’s make 2017 the best it can be for everyone, particularly the least among us. I’m in if you’re in.