So today while making Chicken, Vegetable Tortellini soup, and doing the dishes and making snowmen cookies that, sadly, looked nothing like I'd pictured and only slightly resembled snowmen, I thought of my word for the year.
Two years ago, "light" worked out well I was able to cast a lot of light on some dark beliefs that had kept me trapped in, well, the dark
Then last year was, "experience". Yay me! I learned how to spell it and I learned a lot about experience. My feelings/learning's are best summarized here.
I have spent all of January trying to find just the right word, a word that will give me the courage to step into the light, experience without fear and walk joyfully through the next half of my life a changed woman.
My word for 2011 is BALLS, as in, time to grow a pair and do some stuff.
I'm off to a good start, I signed up for a writers conference in February.
I am registering for a 10k in June.
I must say, however, the most ballsy thing I've done so far is publicly owning my word, I think I'll have a t-shirt made...
See, I always worry what people will think. I try to let only the appropriate, sweet parts of me show... this year I'll be, uhhh, showing my balls. Hmm, well...something like that.
Judgers (so a word) beware, this girl's growing balls and she's not afraid to use 'em.
Now, I realize I run the risk of blending into my background, I am surrounded by a lot of testosterone producing danglies. I assure you this is all about me being a more beautiful, God lovin, happy, sexy, crazy WOMAN. So don't you worry.
And, thanks to all for your vote of Boy Raising Advice confidence. I'm planning on Thursdays as the post day.
Woo Hoo! 2011's gonna be great!