In poking about the blogging world a bit (instead of sitting here in my safe little couch fort that I’ve made), I’ve learned about this One Word thing. Where you pick a word for the year, and try to really embrace what that word means. All the cool kids are doing it, and I like words, so I thought I’d give it a shot.
Then I panicked at the thought of trying to find the right word.
Lately, my word has been “survive”, as in, because of lots of things, and life, and anxiety, I’ve just been trying to survive from one day to the next.
But it’s time to stop surviving and try harder.
That’s when the word hit me – Thrive. I need to thrive. To flourish, to grow more healthy, to blossom. The word itself is fun to say – thrive.
How do I live up to this word? Well, that I’m going to have to figure out along the way. I need to get my shit together again, as its scattered itself about the past few months. I need to organize my space, as I’ve learned that a disorganized space makes me cranky. I need to take a few more risks, which probably aren’t really risks but to me are. I need to allow my creative side an outlet again. I need to stop being a big lump.
So thrive is it. It’s my word. Here’s to owning it.