One Word 2017

Ahhh, my word for this year.

It came to me while we driving to the Christmas tree farm. At the time it seemed logical. Necessary. Just… like a fresh breath. Like coming up for air. Like a big giant YES.

But as I sat with it, it got really scary. It felt really big. It felt like a step I wasn’t ready to take.

I completed my Powersheets and my word was all over the place.

But still I hesitated.

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I completed the shortened 2017 Goals with Soul process that Danielle LaPorte put out this year. And, again, my word was at the top of the list.

And still I hesitated.

I toyed with wayfinding (from this amazing podcast that Tina pointed me to). And I tried on coddiwomple. But they just weren’t it.

So here we are. A week into 2017. And I’m ready to tell you.

My word for 2017 is unfurl.

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It comes from a prayer from the Desire Map.

I accept my calling: to show up and shine, unfurled and honest.

As I typed that line just now, my friends, I got tears in my eyes. 

My calling isn’t a certain achievement. It isn’t a number or a pose or a job. My calling is to show up.

To UNFURL.

Let's do this, 2017.

Instead of strawberry pop tarts...

As an update, I was laid off twice in a year. The field I built 9 years of expertise in doesn't really exist anymore. I am currently working a job I enjoy, but the hours are far from ideal. Money is tight. Working evenings and weekends has me isolated and lonely. I processed this a few nights ago with an Instragram caption that hit too close to home. So I brought it here instead. Photographs are from the practice I discuss.

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I had a quite a string of good days. But my work schedule has felt especially restrictive this weekend. I missed two annual parties that I love. Our tree decorating process has been broken up into days because we just aren't home at the same time. And I just don't know when or if it will change.

I wanted strawberry pop tarts out of the vending machine. But instead, I went to the wall in my office. 

As I moved, I allowed my mind to just go.

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I let the fear and the worry and the anger just go. I didn't fight it. I didn't argue with it. I just allowed it. All I want to do is cry and hide. And I didn't do either of those.

I think it comes down to this. I have had really hard holiday seasons in the past decade. Two in particular. But I still had joy. I still had love and light and joy and family and friends. But this year, I feel like it is happening without me.

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I know things could be worse. I know I could not have a job. And I am thankful that I have a job. But that doesn't mean that I can't be sad and lonely too.

One of the biggest things that I have learned from my yoga practice is that I can hold two opposing things at once. A physical practice can leave me feeling both challenged and rested. I can feel pushed and still relaxed. I can be thankful and sad. I can feel blessed and overlooked.

At the same time.

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