My word for the year is fire.
There, now that I’ve said it out loud, that makes me committed to it. Fire is about me opening, expanding and being in full bloom. It is an uninhibited exploration of the peaks and delighting in my maturity and surrendering to my own bits of genius. Fire is allowing the rekindling my enthusiasm, unleashing my deepest motivations and rediscovering my creativity. It is fanning my own flames. Fire is allowing my energy to flow at its own sacred pace instead of slowing or quickening to the pace of others. Fire is my passions linked with purpose, explorations of new pathways even if I sojourn some dance steps alone.
The essence of fire is allowing the deep sense of who I am to fully rise up within me, and it is being my own joy.
In 2020, I am saying enough to the insipid, half hearted version of me. I’m saying enough to effective and task orientated living and laying down all things vanilla in favour of being on fire. Let’s see what God can do with this shell of a woman who is just beginning to awaken from her self induced slumber. My husband said to me just this week “You are kinder lately,” and that is me warming up, opening, taking off my armour and allowing myself to feel more alive. I am saying enough to dwelling on the struggles of the past few years, it’s all compost that fire is burning through, leaving ashes that are the soil of the new that is to come. It’s not enough to be awake, at the end of my life I want to stand on top of life itself, feel the wind brush my face and fan my inner embers, still glowing red hot from a life lived whole heartedly.
It starts now. My word for the year is fire. This woman is on fire.
If you have a word, I’d love to hear from you, tell me your story.