I’ve put together my dissertation committee.
I have taken and uploaded an obscene amount of instagram photos.
I had at least one good Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, as well as multiple awesome Saturdays and Sundays.
I was hired back for next year.
I read multiple books.
I turned down a job over the summer.
I began journaling.
I’ve worked on my sketchbook.
I’ve celebrated with friends and cried with friends.
I’ve neglected my wonderful pen pals.
I was asked to be someone’s bridesmaid (bridesmatron?!).
I have located the light at the end, and it looks brilliant.
Me: Satan made The Period.
Chet: Why do you say that?
Me: Well technically it was God.
Chet: Again, why?
Me: Well Satan made Eve eat the apple who in turn made Adam eat the apple. Well, he choose to but, whatever. Then God was all, “Satan, you’re a punk, and Eve you have to have kids now. And periods.” So I suppose God did it.
Chet: What was God’s plan for procreation prior to the apple? Just keep Adam and Eve around forever?
Me: Probably. I’m sure He had a tattoo that said, “Adam and Eve 4 Life!” He had to have it removed.
Chet: It’s God. He probably just blinked it out of existence.
Me: Right.
Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.
-Lao Tzu
My word for 2011 was Gentle.
I held that word in my heart as I navigated school and work. I meditated on it as I slipped between consciousness. I attempted to keep it at the forefront of my mind when I would start my anxiety spirals.
And it was lovely.
I was dubious of this experience. I thought that it was grand to have a word in your head but how would it actually translate into real life? But it did. As I look back over the year, I am impressed at how that simple word, carried in my heart, affected me.
So, as 2012 rolled around, I thought about what word did I want to help define my year. I knew I was walking into a year which would be challenging. I am at a turning point in my program, getting closer to finishing. I am also feeling more protective of my relationships, and less open to change (though that change is a tricky beast). I am also working on my life list, specifically thinking about our finances.
It’s a big year with changes and excitement as well as sadness and challenges.
Thus, when I was cycling through words in my mind and heart, contentment jumped out at me. It truly spoke to me, stating that this was my word.
Contentment, defined, means: the state of being contented; satisfaction; ease of mind.
I like contentment because of the action sound it has. The fact that it seems as if this is a decision which me make, to be content. To live in a state of contentment, rather than just being.
I’m working it out. I roll this word around in my head most days and try to understand what this even means, because it’s not as simple as being gentle with myself. It’s a challenge to find contentment, but one which I am happy to begin.
This week, my mister and I built a f*cking mantel.
For real y’all. Not just hung a shelf and called it good. We created a full blown mantle (mantel?) with a lovely place for candles so I can pretend we have a fireplace. Oh, and we have somewhere to hang stockings, now, too.
See?
So yeah. We’re feeling like pretty hot sh*t right now. As we should be.
I’ll do a post about that experience (because it was an awesome-doozy) soon.
I’ll also write about my word for the year, my new 365, and other stuff.
For now, I am off to write a short paper and then probably sleep.
xoxo


