i wasn't planning on resolutions or a word of the year, because like lovelyn said, my aim in any arena boils down to simply this: love well.
but i spent the first of january with some hopeful specifics circling my brain, so i figured i'd write this stuff down in a non-losable place before i can't remember that i wished for anything bigger than wrangling dinner onto the table tonight.
this year, i'm shooting for more: hydration, giving, marinating in scripture (via lectio divina), mileage walked/run, writing, paying attention in life, leafy greens, phone calls, historical fiction, prayer, beans&rice, sun, letters by postal mail, reading to my kids, speaking kindness with honesty, singing, tea.
less: sweets, online window shopping, lectures that render everyone under twelve magically hard-of-hearing, cynicism, coffee.
i'll give a hearty go at: functional kiswahili, pull ups, learning chess so i can lose to my son, books on kindle. (this last item calls for some backstory: i'm the sort of person who can wax sentimental about the smell of ink and glue, the feel of coated paper, the heft of a book in your hands. i despise e-readers. however. i recently discovered that excess baggage to other continents chimes in at $280 per bag, so i decided to get to know a kindle.)
as far as words go, i juggled around a couple possibilities for this year's pick, but kept coming back to behold. consider, study, see. to hold.
as in: behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world (john 1.29).
or: behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God (1 john 3.1).
if i fear anything, it's losing sight of God in the middle of doing His thing, and i figure if i can just behold Him, see even a sliver of His worth and His love, my heart will remain where it most belongs: puddled at His feet.
i will care for the needs and feelings of others, but i exist solely for the delight of Christ. the dismissal or disapproval of the people around me can hollow me out, it's true, but at the end of the day it's just me quiet before my King. and i rise and fall for His pleasure, my blood surging for the sight of Him alone.