Word Of The Year 2024

And A Retrospective Of 2023’s Word Abundance

There are things you can’t imagine yourself doing until you do them. And how I have learned that intentions are important, like the work you’re doing is.

Here’s something: I didn’t think writing down my intentions could make them happen for me! I was so wrong!

(Tissues might be needed while reading this part!)

I’m not afraid of vulnerability; it’s not in my genes. And having Parkinson’s isn’t helping to keep those tears in, either. So, this weekend became emotional for me while I was looking through my pocket scores and moving them to the apartment in the city. I wasn’t prepared to find what I found in an old notebook I had forgotten. I don’t know how It came to be tucked away there, but it might have been that, at the time, I was so occupied, not consumed with my panic attacks and agoraphobia, and maybe I also know in my heart that nothing would change that situation. Here you have a photo of the actual page with the bucket list, the bucket list I wrote about 24 hours after nearly committing suicide by train the day before Christmas Eve 2014. As I can recall, it was an actual wishlist written on Christmas Eve, traveling on the train to spend Christmas with my friend Eric Pihlstrand and his family in Gävle, Sweden.

It’s written with my shaky hands; I recall feeling almost scared of what I wished on that bucket list. While tears poured down my cheeks, and I could see my fellow passengers looking…