Let’s step away from the hair for a minute, shall we? Or, rather, let’s delve into a more philosophical assessment that may (or may not) reflect on any style I created during this past year or propose for next.
For the month of December, I’m going to use this blog for reflective purposes to celebrate the passing of the first year of this new decade! I will be participating in the Reverb 10 community during this month. Reverb 10 is an annual event and online initiative to reflect on your year and manifest what’s next. Every day, I’ll be given a prompt from a different author to use to reflect on what’s happened, and to send out reverberations for the year ahead. I can respond to this prompt by tweet, post, or photo.
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?
(Author: Gwen Bell)
2010 was about becoming more open. Letting my obvious and very physical facts of 2010 pregnancy and it’s eventual outcome slide on by (too frank, too predictable, too true for this blog), I also found myself meditating on being more open to all the rapid changes that came about in my life. I am open to being woken up every hour. I am open to my schedule becoming unpredictable. I am open to my house becoming a shamble-town. On a deeper level, I am more open to hearing the stories of everyone around me as I turn my own story down to a lull. I am opening in sensitivity and compassion. I am opening the doors of my family to the future, to all the new characters that future will bring. I am opening my arms to wrap around my son in protection. I am opening my mind to ideas that I would never have considered before this new decade.
For 2011, I will concentrate on trust. I am going with my gut. I am figuring out how to parent by getting to trust the core of my authentic self. I am learning how to trust my instincts, learning how to better trust my community, and building more trust with my partner. I am trusting that I will stay gold on the darkest days. I am trusting that the universe will give me cues on when to move on, or when to accept. I am trusting that I will grow as a person and know ever-so-much more one year from today than I know now. I am trusting that I will become, day by day, a person for my son to admire. I am trusting that my roots will grow, deeper and deeper.