I was telling a friend about my web designer, Taughnee: great designer, wonderful friend, and living in love — in Paris. I admire her a lot, and this has been an incredible year for her.
Last October she wrote a great post: The Year of Becoming Unstuck
“Whether I work from a laptop in a café in Paris or from my home office, whether I could lose 30 pounds or whether I’m a size 6 … I am going to show up to life anyway. And while I’m here, I might as well do the best I can, for no other reason than it just feels better.”
Also, instead of a New Year’s Resolution, she wisely focused on something smaller, and (I would argue) more powerful: a “word of the year”.
Sure the new year is a great time to re-commit to things that are important. With enough momentum new habits are formed and in that sense, there’s nothing wrong with resolutions. If you keep them. If you don’t, you’re subconsciously programming yourself to believe that you can’t trust yourself, which erodes self confidence, and that makes you feel like ****, and that makes it even harder the next year, and … oh who needs all that?!
Nah. I’m going with a “Word of the Year” this year and see how I do.
And my word is alive.
Becoming unstuck. Being alive.
I understand that particular resolve. Man, do I. It’s what drove me to be a writer — being alive, through words, and story — and what drove me, over the last few years, to remake aspects of my life. Becoming a writer, becoming unstuck…it didn’t happen overnight for me, and it wasn’t always easy — uncertainty will plague anyone who engages in adventure — but I threw myself forward, again and again, with a little trust and faith.
Sometimes, you just have to.