2014… One Little Word

This is my third year participating in one little word or whatever it’s called this year. It started out as someone’s idea that was freely shared, morphed into a for-pay workshop, then this year I saw it’s reincarnation as One Word 365. I don’t know. I’m going to keep calling it my watchword for the year.

Last year it was home. That didn’t work out quite the way I envisioned it. As a matter of fact, I was ready to call it an unmitigated failure, given the fact that I have never been felt less tied to my home than I am now. My kids are all going to school, or will be by next year, I am seeking a job outside the home and have already started substitute teaching and interviewing. But when I thought about it a little more, my watchword wasn’t a failure at all. This year I really did fall in love with Pittsburgh and feel like my new hometown is truly my home. Look at all the amazing things we did in my hometown!

2013 collage

I grew up in Lancaster and for the longest time all I could think of was how I was going to get back home. I actually went to school out here in Western PA and swore I would never come back. But now that I’ve gotten to know Pittsburgh, I can honestly say there’s no place else I would rather live. Well, except maybe for Hogwarts. Hogwarts would be awesome.

But beyond that, I’ve met some amazing people. I can’t even begin to tell you about the awesome real life mama friends, singing friends, theater friends, teacher friends. And sometimes they all overlap, and that’s awesome too.

So… this year. Earlier this year, I joined an amazing choir and I have had so much fun singing with an incredibly talented group of people. One of the songs we sang for our Christmas concert was a lovely setting of the following Victor Hugo quote, as composed by Abbie Betinis.

Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings. 
~Victor Hugo

 

When I was choosing my watchword for the year, I was (as usual) stuck between 2. Well, 3 actually because that’s how I roll. In the end, I decided us my word for 2014 would be FLY. Because the little bird singing on the bough might pause for a while in her journey and sing to lift her spirits, but in the end she’s not defined by her stops but by her forward movement. And our rests may be beautiful and refreshing, but are only meant to fuel us so we are ready for the next big adventure.

So this year, my friends, I’m going to fly. I hope you will too.

Bird

(Tagxedo idea from At Home with Momma Skylar)

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