Every year for the last 5 or so years, I've had one word to guide me. In December I usually start to think about the word for the current year and really take a look at how it's guided my life.
In 2017, my word was brave. It wasn't an easy word for sure, and there were many times I honestly wished I hadn't chosen it. But it pushed me to grow in all aspects of my life, from calling people I didn't want to, skiing black diamond runs (I'm a fairly new skier), starting an Instagram community, volunteering help with and to give a talk at Insta-Inspire this coming April, and taking the steps on a huge project I haven't announced yet that is waaaay beyond my comfort zone. Whenever I faced something that seemed a little bit hard, instead of shooing it away like I would have done in the past, I put on my big girl panties and said yes to some hard things.
All during December, I was on the lookout for my new word for 2018. I dabbled with a few, but nothing ever felt right. On December 31st, I still hadn't come up with the right word. Now I don't tend to get religious very often on here, but since my faith is a big part of who I am, I'm sharing this. I decided to do some reading to see if I could find my word, and happened to be reading in the Old Testament, Proverbs 3:5-6 which says: Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths. It was in that instant *BAM* that I knew what my word for 2018 should be: trust.
Now, this may seem like a silly word, but when I choose my word, I think about all the things I know are going to be going on in the next year, and try to find a good word that will be helpful in moving forward. I'm not quite ready to announce it yet, but I'm going to be doing something big this year in my photography journey. So big in fact it scares the living shizzle out of me. And the kicker--this was not my idea, nor is it something that I really want to do.
Back in October this thought flitted around my brain and by November, I really started thinking seriously about it. Then I completely decided I didn't have time for this in my life, I wasn't sure if it would be successful or if I would try it and fail miserably, so I just said I wasn't going to pursue it. But the thought wouldn't leave my brain. It kept calling to me for over a month, keeping me awake at night and basically kept punching me in the face. So, I prayed about it for days on end, asking God if this was what He wanted me to do. After some alone time away in a place I love, I felt my heart beat fast, I felt someone had their arms around me and I KNEW I had to put my trust in Him and move forward with this. And though it still scares me silly, I am putting it all in His hands. It may fail miserably, but at least I know I was doing what I was supposed to be doing. So, I'm moving forward, trusting that I will do what I need to do. And whether I succeed with it, or fail....I'm trusting He will catch me.