As I sat at my computer on New Year’s Eve, I had already planned out what my “word” for the new year would be. I had thought it out carefully and was pretty satisfied with what I had chosen and why. I can be somewhat of a procrastinator when it actually comes to sitting down and writing a post out, so I let that post slide.
And then this happened and changed everything. Everything. It even blew my word completely out of the water. My word seemed so trivial, so insignificant in the aftermath. My word was no longer necessary.
These past few weeks have been so hard. I’ve felt emotions I haven’t felt in years, one of them being extreme anxiety, which is the scariest one of them, at least to me. I hate feeling anxious. I hate even writing about it.
My word for the year is now “aware”. Let me not cross paths with someone without taking time to slow down and be really aware of them and what they may be feeling. Let me always be in the moment and aware of every blessing around me. Let me be aware that the little moments that seem so insignificant may just be more important than I realize at the time. May I always be aware that my relationships are the most important and precious thing I will ever reap in this life.
Awareness requires a rupture with the world we take for granted; then old categories of experience are called into question and revised.~ Shoshana Zuboff