Word Project

Every day I set objectives, and I am often left wondering what on earth I actually did that required a day full of hours. Unless I entered a time warp and didn't know it, then I must have done something. I just don't know what that something is. Today I decided to evaluate it.

I woke up from a dream today feeling sad. But as I stood and watched the fog and rain outside my window, sadness melted into stillness. So that's what I focused on today. After the frenetic pace of… well, every day… I very much appreciated that stillness.

Let's not beat around the bush. The word is pizza. I've been craving pizza, so when I set out to make it today, the word determined itself.

In spite of ALL THE PLANS to take it slow today, get my things done, have a little time to cook some things, spend a few minutes reflecting on my word, in the AM, none of that happened. It wasn't until I was knuckle-deep in ground chicken tonight that today's word materialized in my brain.

We woke up this morning to lots of snow. Lying there, falling there, swirling there. So there was no question about what today's word was going to be.

I made a quiche today. It was as I filled the pie plate with all my lovely ingredients, that the word technology popped into my head because I thought wow, a whole minute without it.

I have a word today. I've had it since the middle of the night although I didn't know it then. It's when I found myself repeating it over and over to myself this morning that it revealed itself as the word that was going to stick with me.

My word today is an action, a brain-body connection. Jumpingjacks, and yes, I made it one word. I made up the game so I make up the rules. I'm going to do ten jumpingjacks every hour.

I have this brilliant habit journal that helps me stay on track with the things I want to accomplish, but then if I miss something, I get bent like a pretzel and fall into an abyss of "why bother." Which, ironically, is so perfect for the fact that today's word was "perfect".

It's a new year, a new document, a new day. Same old me. Although not quite. They say you never step in the same river twice. So as cliché as it may sound, my word for the day is: new. Not in a "new new" way, but more in an "old stuff seems new and shiny" way, like it does every year.