I’ve done resolutions as well as goals in the past… They’re all the same thing really… and they never really work. So I’m kicking them to the curb and deciding to yet again choose one word for my year. :-D
For the past two years… I have done this… chosen a word. A word that, I hope, will shape my year… For 2013 it was Hobbit. That word was both ridiculous (since most people pick sunday school fluff words like hope or love… ) and ridiculously on point for our year. For 2014 my word was Shire. Once again that word was an uncanny description of our year.
In 2014 we finally bought a house. And really… The year has been all about fixing up this place. We’ve completely renovated the kitchen, replaced all of the flooring, renovated a bathroom, painted the entire thing, cut down trees, on and on and on. This entire year has been about fixing up our own little Bag End. Shire was definitely a perfect word for us because that’s where we live. Complete with grumpy and nosy Hobbit neighbors…
Now that we are finally getting settled into our new place… I feel like it is time to grow roots. Meet people. Break out of my INTJ cocoon and wear my extrovert hat (I can totally pass as one…) This year my word is:
Because I’m a Tolkein nerd, of course it relates… Bilbo had the Company of Thorin Oakenshield. Frodo had The Fellowship of the Ring.
I want a posse.
Or just a friend… :-) Someone who understands what it’s like to have a sweet baby hanging on your leg all day… or at least makes an effort to understand why my life is both amazing… and exhausting.
A friend linked to this blog post on Facebook and it made me realize how… insulated I have become. I’ve never been super good at friends. I watch on Facebook as people fly across the country or even world to hang with their Bestie. FOMO is a beast I tell you… I see other Mamas post pics of fun nights out together. Or go on vacations together. Or post about just how amazing their best friend is. I just have no idea what that’s like.
More than a year ago I was included in one such amazing night out with a group of Mamas. I had such a blast… but I felt so socially awkward, really… I was the new mom on the block when it came to the ladies. Most of them had been friends for years. It was so nice to be included. Still I felt like I was watching more so than interacting. (This was not. at. all. due to them!!! just me and my, well… awkwardness ;-) While we were eating one mama said to another something that really resonated with me. She said “You. You are my people.” I remember thinking how super sweet. What would it be like to… have your people?
My goal for this year is to fellowship. Fellowship with the people God brings across my path. To invest time in them as I can. To love on them and to be a friend. Who knows maybe that’s the best way to find your people. :-)
Last Year I made an attempt at resolutions. I called them goals in the hopes that it would make them less New Years-y and more achievable…
All in all I think as a family we made progress in the areas we had hoped to improve in. But the one thing that, upon reflection, has grabbed my attention the most is the choice of my One Word. The idea is that instead of making resolutions, or goals… you pick one word that sums up what you want the year to be. My choice for 2013 was Hobbit.
I know. Next to the people who chose words like dream, faith, love, reflect, and all manner of other mushy inside type words… Hobbit seemed to fall completely short. Obviously I am a Tolkein fan. I love love l o v e his books. I’m a big fan of good winning over evil. I’m a fan of adventure. When I chose the word I was being a tad bit pesky, but also… idealistic. I wanted the predictable and mundane routine of Bilbo’s life in The Shire, but I also wanted adventure. I had no idea how much our year would actually follow that theme…
Several blogs that I follow are picking a word… just one word to describe what they hope for 2013.
I’ve already set my goals for the year, but one post in particular got me thinking. In the comment thread at the bottom everyone was listing text book answers: Hope, Inspiration, Determination. Those are amazing things to strive for in any given year, but I guess I’m just atypical.. and a teeny bit pesky. I wrote that my word for the year was hobbit. The worst part is that I truly meant it.
I hope I didn’t offend anyone, but that’s my word. For realz.
Comfort (or comfortability, or being comfortable) is a sense of physical or psychological ease, often characterized as a lack of hardship.
Because of the personal nature of positive associations, psychological comfort is highly subjective.
The use of “comfort” as a verb generally implies that the subject is in a state of pain, suffering or affliction. Where the term is used to describe the support given to someone who has experienced a tragedy, the word is synonymous with consolation or solace. However, comfort is used much more broadly, as one can provide physical comfort to someone who is not in a position to be uncomfortable. For example, a person might sit in a chair without discomfort, but still find the addition of a pillow to the chair to increase their feeling of comfort.
We are currently house shopping. Due to the current economy our real estate market is a bit… funny. The inventory is also very low. There are McMansions (am I too old to use trendy words like that?) for sale, there are normal middle-class houses (priced as if they were McMansions), and there are “fixer-uppers”. There seem to be few reasonably priced houses in between. Even though this is a tiny bit frustrating… I’m (now) glad that we’re in this situation. It is completely forcing me to change my perspective.