One Word. Encapsulate the year 2011 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word.
Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2012 for you?
Gallimaufry. That’s my one word for this year. This year of 2011 has been a hodgepodge – a gallimaufry of ups and downs, of highs and lows – just one big jumble of emotions.
It didn’t start out that way. This year began on a high note. I was, as I usually am when January rolls around, filled with excitement and armed with a cadre of new books and ideas as to how I was going to handle this shiny, unblemished new year.
Things were going well. Until March. My husband started a new job and this new job which we thought would be “more” was less – much less than he imagined it to be and rather than being a good thing, it has and continues to be a source of intense stress for him. And of course, I worry as I am a worrier. It’s part of what I do. Since March, the stress has slowly been building. Things are great between us. It’s just – I think we feel like we are continually treading water, going nowhere rather than doing something productive with our lives. It sort of snowballed into the rest of the year.
I started using kettlebells on January 17th and was hot and heavy until mid-summer or around the time we moved the office into the back bedroom. Then everything – all my progress just sort of halted. I remedied that (or am trying to) today.
It hasn’t been all bad. There have been a lot of laughs, much love and good friends and family. We do love our life. It’s just we aren’t where we thought we would be at this point in our life. I’m not talking materialistically.
Looking back at Reverb10, I had chosen the word “Joy” for 2011 and unfortunately, it has really been anything but that. Sure, there are moments of joy. But it is not the sort of joy that is everlasting.
Another word might be, tired. I’m plain tuckered out and ready for this year to be over. I hate wishing my life away. I’m tired of do-gooders who say to chin up and think positively. I try. I try. I try. But that only gets you so far.
One year from today, I hope my word will be “contentment”.