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So if you watched the New Years Eve festivities last night, you might have heard that the 2013 Word of the Year was "selfie."  I have to say that I'm a little disappointed that it wasn't "hashtag."  Anyway, this inspired me to come up with my own word for the year 2014, and to use this word as motivation throughout the year instead of making a resolution for myself (which we all inevitably break).

It took a little bit of reflection and contemplation, but the word I chose is control.  I know, I know.  What a loaded word.

You see, I've felt out of control for a really long time-- mostly since I moved to Massachusetts, but I can look back and see discontrol (if you will) before that, and before that, and before that.

It's weird, but I'm not in control of my life at all right now, and I don't think I will be for a while.  Massachusetts isn't where my heart is.  I wasn't born to be stuck in an apartment in a big city with streets and sidewalks and highways.  I was born to be running through hay fields with wind in my hair, wildflowers in my hands, and my grandpa's pastures as far as the eye can see.

But guess what.  I'm stuck in a city for three-ish more years.  And that's okay... because it's only three years.  After that, we can go home and I can splash through creeks with sun-damaged, tangled hair until my heart's content.

So yeah.  I may not have described that at all... but my word for 2014 is control.  Or better, letting-go-of-control-and-being-okay-with-it... or learning-that-control-doesn't-mean-happiness.

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