Today I put before you…
People everywhere are announcing their “word” for 2018. Admittedly I used to roll my eyes and shake my head over this. Of course you can choose “prosperity,” you’re healthy and able to work. And you, yeah go ahead and claim “explore” because you can travel pain free. Oh, “self care” now that’s unique. Like we need another person spending their Sundays soaking in a bath eating bonbons. So, yeah, I’ve been caustic.
But I am learning the power of words. I’m seeing the point of intention and meditating on things. Really, that’s like praying. Asking for favour. Accepting blessings. Being purposeful. So maybe I’ll do this, too.
My word is words, plural. And they are huge. They were handed to me. Surprisingly, against all odds I was given a life, a baby. And although not healthy or 100% well, I’m getting better. Life is being handed back to me slowly, in pieces. I need to build it carefully. Set it up on a strong foundation, and create tall walls but also large windows to let the light in. Follow me on this construction project of 2018 I’m calling: “Choose Life.” I’m doing it for my son. I’m claiming it for me.
What I think, what I say, what I eat, what I do. Is it life-giving? Is it healthy? Will it bring joy and creativity and the breath of life to my recovery and to my family? So I guess the chocolate bars I have hidden gotta go! And I need to quite writing this to go nap with my son. ❤️