What’s that old saying, Day Late and a Dollar short? Uh yeah. That would be me. Mostly because I’m totally unhip, and only catch on to cool stuff when my Teens point it out to me. Or when it smacks me upside the head.
Have I ever mentioned that I’m a planner? No? Well, it’s true. I use lists for everything, make plans for every event, practice responses to questions, and keep my pantry in alphabetical order. Being so uptight about having a plan, I also tend to obsess about how to make things better, faster, more efficient. This works GREAT for my chosen career (civil engineer), and now there’s a nifty little meme out there that offers a little retrospective planning advice for LIFE.
from the website – “Reverb 10 is an annual event and online initiative to reflect on your year and manifest what’s next. Use the end of your year as an opportunity to reflect on what’s happened, and to send out reverberations for the year ahead. With Reverb 10 – and the 31 prompts our authors have created for you – you’ll have support on your journey
Support on Your Journey. I feel like Charlie Brown yelling “THAT’S IT!!” So Here We Are.
December 1 – One Word
Encapsulate the year 2010 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 2011 for you?
Worry. That’s a heavy word for an eternal optimist, but it rings true for 2010. This year has been filled with so many worries – MIL’s failing health; the economy in general; launching our firstborn into the world; a cancer scare; continuing concern for the weak point in that blood vessel in my brain; our lastborn’s struggles with school; job security; Husband’s heart – his actual
heart, not his love!
I was just talking with Dear Husband about this last night, and he was nothing but reassuring, which is a complete one-hundred-eighty-degree-turn from our normal roles. For the past quarter of a century, I’ve been the one to remind him that we are strong and capable, that we serve a loving God and that there is nothing we can’t figure out together. Now we’re flipped, which is weird.
This time next year, I want my word to be
surrvived enough. Enough as in, “Enough! We’re Done!”
Enough as in, “Enough. We have enough – we are happy, healthy and loved.”