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Word of the Year and my 2022 Resolutions

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Word of the Year

Word of the Year

Have you decided on a word for 2022? For the past several Januarys I’ve been choosing a word to focus on during the year ahead. I think it helps keep me on track and gives me an anchor when I need to recenter myself. One year, I forgot my word altogether, and that was a less than stellar year… So you see, I think there may be something to it—sort of a ‘you are what you think’ magic?

I’m afraid not to choose a word of the year. I’m mean, who wants to be drifting through an entire year without focus?

I may have done that in 1987, and it was unattractive.😉Continue Reading

Sunday Letter: 01.16.22

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Sunday Letter

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Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Have you missed me? I’ve missed myself. Ha. I’ve been a little lost for the past two weeks, but now a fresh new battery lives in my MacBook and all is calm in my world again. It’s crazy how discombobulated I felt without my computer. Oh, I managed to be semi-productive, but things felt out of sync. Like everything these days, the Mac store was running behind on work orders because employees were out sick with Covid.

But here we are again.

This is only my second post in 2022! Craziness.Continue Reading

Dear 2018… (and goodbye 2017)

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Dear 2018,

Welcome! I hope you’ve packed your largest suitcase with good vibes and clear sailing for the months ahead. Here’s something you should know about me. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the idea of you, the beginning of a new year. There’s something to be said for a clean slate. The very idea of a clean slate. No, there’s nothing profound or magical about flipping the calendar from December to January, but the beginning of a new year feels entirely different to me.

Oh, the anticipation.

The suspense. What will you bring, 2018?

Dear 2018, we’ve not yet met and already I find you to be hope-filled, fresh and bright bringing me the priceless gift of days and weeks and months to get things accomplished.

You are my favorite journal filled with blank pages waiting to be filled with words yet to be written. Books yet to be read. Ideas yet to be thought.Continue Reading

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