People see the new year differently. A new start, a continuation, perhaps the end (especially in 2012).
So they count it different ways. Numbers on the scale, resolutions written in ink, goals scratched in journals, or one word.
I have been silent this week because I do not know how to begin 2012. How do I begin with one word when I want to strive for so many words? How do I narrow that down? How do I resolve to get healthy before growing our family again without sounding cliche, all while waiting with anxious breath for one person to fall in love with our home?
The past year I fell in love with motherhood & battled demons & changed jobs & took on my first hard-core paid writing gig. We balanced on a fence throughout most of the year, waiting for chips to fall & our lives to finally settle. Some of them have, some of them haven’t, & I’ve found my voice oddly silent during these times. Maybe that’s maturity & wisdom that being 28 in 2011 brought me & will continue teaching as I turn 29 in 2012. Maybe it’s that little piece of me that keeps changing & growing & spinning bigger to where it’s not such a little piece anymore…it’s me.
All of me.

The silly. The mother & wife. The spiritual. The career woman & homemaker. The blasphemous. The girl that struggles with life & contentedness & body image, who loves pretty pictures & yellow roses & yes, a good set of shapewear.
p.s. i have scribbled down words & resolutions & goals. i’ll be sharing soon.

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