I’ve never chosen a word for the year. In fact, for the past 8 years, my word has been chosen for me as I picked a star out of a basket on Epiphany Sunday at church. And now that I’m in a new place and a new job and headed down a new-ish path, I’m taking charge.
As of New Year’s Eve 12/31/2019, I had the following “short list” of words for 2020:
All of these words came from prayer and meditation on the classic word-choosing questions:
- What did I enjoy receiving or giving in the last year?
- What did I *need* more of?
- What did I *want* more of?
- What did I *not* want any of?
And then I gave myself one last night to sleep on it and my #firstdayhike to make my final choice. I’m still not quite sure if I chose it or it chose me. Either way, it was immediate and confirming, and I have no doubt this is my word for 2020.
The moment I saw the heart-shaped rock in my path, right where my footstep would naturally land, I stopped and picked it up. It was freezing cold, as I expected and hoped it would be; I love the way rocks hold cold and are cold even when the world around them is warm.
I held that rock in my palm the rest of my hike. It fits perfectly. And it’s pretty close to the same size as my heart rock from Homer, AK, though a completely different stone.
Why “heart,” you ask? Especially since I’m not particularly fond of the shape!
I’ve heard people – lots of people – tell me in the past year about how they can see my heart, that it’s a big heart, and a good heart. I think it’s a result of being authentic, and I want to be intentional about it – not accidental – because I truly don’t know what I’m doing, when I’m doing it, that shows my heart.
And I want to be intentional about helping others find ways to show their heart and to know their heart is seen and valued.
It sounds so simple when I put it like that. Simple, but not easy, right!?
So you’ll help me, yeah? Tell me when I’m doing it!