I Don’t Have a ‘Word’ (Yet) for This New Year
There is a lot of pressure to come up with a word for the year. One word which will carry you throughout the year and inspire you; your special word.
Well, I’m a little nervous. And this is why. Last year it took me nearly two months to come up with my word. And after I did, I made a declaration that I wanted to find more love in my life.
I shouted from my social media page, I’m going to put myself out there and start to DATE!
Omg, I was so ready. [Not] I felt adolescent with sweaty palms and a silly giggle. Then I did my usual, let me overthink and worry at the same time. I practiced saying hi, how’s it going in front of the bathroom mirror. Before I got extremely cold feet, I registered for classes thinking that perhaps I would meet someone in my field of work.
Less than three weeks later, the entire world went into a quarantine lockdown.
This really didn’t help my premature love life. I pushed my dream date with love aside and focused on what really mattered to me instead. And love didn’t disappoint.
After scooping up both kids from college and bringing them home, I slowly melted into a different form of love.
I melted into love for my family and for my sweet ginger chonky cat. (Apparently ‘chonky’ is the new word for chunky). I etched out extra space for writing and my love for writing grew even more than I thought possible. Poems, prose, and longer essays poured out over last year, and my novel itched a little closer to becoming real.
I love how my imagination transformed our tiny back porch into a restaurant with à la carte meals served on pretty plates. I love how when the temperatures soared, we decided that the patch of grass out back was also the beach, a park, somewhere remote we could escape to in our imaginations.
Love did find me, but not how I expected.
Moving into this year, I’m still thinking about my word. I may or may not share it. I might just keep it close to my heart and let it percolate and bloom freely. Or I could just reuse last year’s word and call it Love version 2.1
Carolyn Riker is an author of three beautiful books of poetry and prose. She’s also a licensed mental health therapist in private practice. Her books are available on Amazon.