And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anaïs Nin
I’ve made it a habit to choose a word each new year to guide me in my work and life. In fact, I’ve even written about it as a tool to use in business. For 2013, as some of you know, the word I chose was Emerge. It served me well, that Emerge. I’m grateful to have chosen it.
For 2014, though, I was in kind of a dilemma. Usually I start thinking about my guiding word in December, listing possibilities either in my mind or on paper, rolling them around in my head, trying to decide which one best fits the coming year, or rather best fits me during the coming year.
There was nothing I could do about the fact that this past December was kind of full up with diagnoses and second opinions, preparing to leave my colleagues and clients for a time, and pre-op details. There were the holidays and then, on the 27th, cancer surgery at Roswell and more Oxycodone than I would have liked.
So maybe it’s a blessing, then, that sometime around mid-December, my 2014 word simply came to me. It was there one day in my mind, tapping me on the shoulder. Despite my feeling that it didn’t quite fit [after all, how could it fit under the circumstances?], somehow it just wouldn’t go away. Each time I came back to it, gently questioning whether it belonged with me, for this particular year of 2014, it persisted.
And so it stayed.