My Word for 2018

When 2018 began, I noticed people declaring "their word" for the year.  I gave it some thought, and decided my word would be "open."  I was feeling open to change, open to breaking old patterns and routines, and open to the possibilities life might have to offer.

The first half of the year, not much changed.  I did remain open though.  And when the time was right, I opened myself to two enormous changes.

First, I laid myself open to a new career.  After 14 years with a small business I had literally helped to build, I walked away and into a new opportunity in a brand new industry.  I was terrified.  I went from being the go-to person to being the person who constantly needs help and insight from others.  It was (and continues to be) a tremendous growth experience for me. I have joined a team of people whose high level of character is matched by their high level of talent - and that is a rare, wonderful thing.  My work is meaningful and impacts people's lives in a real and valuable way.  I feel so blessed and rewarded.

Second, I opened myself to the possibility of romance after 4 years of being inward-facing and choosing to be single.  I enjoyed a brief season of companionship, smiles and laughter, friendship, and perhaps love.  It ended poorly and without explanation, which makes healing difficult.  But I was open.  And that in and of itself is a success for me. It's something I've not been willing to do for far too long, and the better parts of the relationship showed me I could still open my heart to someone.  As is often the case, I simply opened it to the wrong person.

So I look to 2019, mulling over what my word and my mantra might be.  My first child will turn 18 next week and graduate in a few months, moving on to college and a life of independence.  It will be a tremendous transition and will mark 2019 in unequivocal ways.  I know my "word" will relate to that, it just hasn't come to me yet.  I'll keep you posted.

The Power of Words

I am a word person.  Words are the best way I express myself.  Words are my love language.  I commit words of love and support to memory, holding them close and cherishing them.  Likewise, I commit words of cruelty to memory.  So words can both haunt me and heal me.  

But perhaps equally powerful and damning is silence.  Silence - when words are so desperately needed - are punitive.  They leave words to the imagination, and imagination is a cruel companion in the midst of silence.  Worse yet is when one begs for words, for explanations and understanding, for a connection.....and silence is the only response.  It is cruel.  Intentionally cruel.  Destructive.  Selfish.  Cowardly.  Ugly.

Choosing to Give Thanks

This year as Thanksgiving approaches, I feel extremely blessed in so many areas of my life.  But there have been Thanksgivings when I've felt a little more pressed to truly give thanks.  I want to offer some words of encouragement to those who may feel that way right now, because I've been there and made it through to a brighter season in life.

For those experiencing physical suffering, give thanks for the breath in your lungs, sight in your eyes, and the body's amazing capacity to heal.

For those in the depths of grief, give thanks for the blessing of knowing your loved one and sharing a season of life with them.  You know full well they want to see you happy and hopeful.

For those who are jobless or dissatisfied with their job, give thanks for the unique purpose God placed in you that only you can fulfill.  You have unique talents and boundless potential.  Tune in to them, refine them, and then relentlessly pursue a meaningful opportunity.

For those who are broken-hearted, give thanks for the capacity to love.  It was not wasted time.  You learned more about who you are and what you do and don't want in a relationship.  You are better equipped to meet the right person who will love you the way you want to be loved...the way you deserve to be loved.

For those struggling with anxiety or depression, give thanks for being alive.  Find those who will listen and support you and allow only those folks into your inner circle.  Let go of what does not serve you.  Invite what brings you peace.  Be willing to try new ways to bring peace and hope into your life.

I truly believe that, even in the darkest of times, we can find blessings in our lives.  They may not shine brightly at this hour.  They may be easy to discount, diminish, or minimize.  But they are there, waiting to be recognized and valued.  We all go through seasons of darkness, seasons of hopelessness, seasons of despair and grief.  What makes this life worth living is finding the tiniest spark of hope and fanning that flame, protecting it from being extinguished, until one fine day it ignites into a glorious, all-encompassing fire.

My Cup Runneth Over

The blessings God has poured over me lately are truly overwhelming.  I'm humbled and cautiously optimistic.  It's not lost on me how long I waited, hoped, and prayed for change in my life.  That long and often painful period of waiting created fertile ground for new opportunities to take root.  God always knows what He's doing, and He does it in His perfect timing.

Some significant changes occurred at work that brought disappointment and enormous stress my way.  My body responded by developing mono four times in 14 months, letting me know it was depleted and needed a respite.  It took a long time and many rejections and dead ends for me to find a new opportunity that matched my skills, interests, and income needs as a single parent.

But the moment I read the job description, I said, "This is what I've been looking for."  As I traveled that path, I saw signs of validation and confirmation repeatedly, until there was no doubt in my mind that this was my next best step.  Now, almost two months in to my new position, I'm thrilled to be a part of such a talented group of sterling people.  I'm able to apply my skills and contribute to an industry that really matters and works to bring life change in positive ways.  

Continually, I feel humbled and grateful that God put this opportunity in my path and gave me the tremendous courage it took to leave a company I'd been with for over 14 years.  It was a huge leap of faith that could have ended in any number of ways, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't terrify me.  It's been a huge blow to my ego to go from being so heavily relied upon to having to rely so much on others.  But it's yielded growth and strength at the same time, and it's been worth it and hopefully will continue to be.

At almost exactly the same time I resigned my former position, a man I'd known on the fringes for a couple years (and admired from afar), stepped out of the shadows.  I've been single for several years, having been heartbroken in as many ways as you could imagine and even more.  I just felt that my time and chance for romance had passed.  As much as I felt lonely at times, it just didn't seem to ever be worth it.  I guarded my heart and had accepted that I would remain alone.  I had found peace and contentment in my solitude.

Opening myself to the possibility of romance at the same time I was going through a huge life change with my career seemed ill-fated.  I don't deal well with major change and find my bearings by clinging close to what is familiar and reliable to me.  At the same time, I found I couldn't slam this door shut.

This man has brought such happiness and laughter into my life, and has reignited my hope in ways I thought no one ever could.  He is good to me, and he is good for me.  We have slowly but continually been getting to know each other and he has shown such acceptance and support toward me, it is truly humbling.  

Only God knows where I will be in a month or a year from now.  But at this precise moment, I stand at a mountaintop, having spent far too long deep in a valley.  I feel liberated and hopeful.  Truly, my cup runneth over.