One Word for 2015: Thrive

There are not words strong enough to express how glad I was to see the end of 2014. If there were, they wouldn’t be polite to say here.

In my time off work between Christmas and New Year, I was desperate to find a way to start 2015 in the best way possible. I wanted to be intentional, to know where I was headed and how I would spend my time and energy.

The first step was to buy a desk.

My new desk

Since finishing university I’ve been apprehensive about having a desk. In sharehouses, I spent years with a desk in my bedroom and it always seemed to be a constant reminder of being behind on study. I was relieved to be desk-less after graduating.

Joel’s desk from high school floated around for his hobbying, and I was content to set the laptop up on the dining table or my lap. But in this house, with more surfaces than ever, I felt like I had nowhere to put my papers, sit up straight and process my thoughts. So we splurged on a vintage kitchen table, which has become my new desk.

Once I had a desk, I could sit and process my thoughts about the year ahead. I journalled using this guide, developed these reflections, and came to these conclusions: my intentions for the new year.

New Year's Intentions 2015

Around the same time, I started reading a book that got me excited about the thought of becoming all I can be, rather than riding the wave of past achievements and going through the motions. I’ve started reading more books for personal development, thinking more intentionally about my career growth, and wanting much, much more out of 2015 than ever before.

As a result, when my One Word for 2015 sprang to mind a few weeks into January, I accepted it unquestionably. I want 2015 to be an amazing year, and to get that, I intend to string together as many amazing days as possible.

In short, I fully intend to thrive.Thrive

My new morning routine now starts before I turn my phone on (most of the time): I listen to these morning affirmations, make the bed, and do sun salutations, push-ups and chin-ups. (Okay, I can’t really do a complete chin-up yet, but I do as much of it as I can to increase my upper body strength.)

With my whole body engaged and my mind in a good place, I enter the day with a positive attitude and an intention to make it the best day possible. I think about ways to invest in myself with exercise, healthy eating, relationships, learning, and career networking – rather than only thinking about these as things I “should” do. I have a list of “next steps” for personal and career growth – it’s mostly baby steps at this point, but I’m excited to be moving in the right direction.

I’m thrilled at how 2015 has unfolded so far, and incredibly excited at where it can go from here. Thrive is absolutely the best word for my year.

What I learned in 2014

Ocean Grove

Ending the year in Ocean Grove

2014 was a hard year for me. I knew that it would be, going in, which is why my one word for 2014 was strong.

I didn’t feel very strong. I didn’t relish the choice of word, nor did I feel excited about facing the challenges in my life. It was a hard slog, making it through the year, week by week, day by day, even hour by hour at times.

But I learned a lot. Oh yes, I learned many things, unexpected things, insights emerging in surprising places and at surprising times.

I am a peacemaker. An Enneagram Type 9, in fact. I am constantly oriented towards resolving the conflict and tension in my internal and external worlds. This isn’t necessarily about resolving it in a mature and healthy way. For example, sometimes my way of responding to tension is to retreat into another world (like fiction, or YouTube webseries), or avoid the conflict (like skipping church when I can’t make sense of my beliefs). At other times, it is carefully approaching a potentially tense situation with diplomatic words and an eagerness to smooth things over, so that the conflict can be resolved as soon as possible – which is often a blessing.

As a peacemaker, my main struggle is with inertia, or sloth. It was helpful to realise that my lack of motivation to exercise and my procrastination struggles are particularly difficult for a Type 9. That’s strangely empowering, because rather than thinking I am just worse at those things than everyone else, I now know that it is my next area of personal growth.

That’s what I love about the Enneagram personality theory – it encourages growth and development. My weaknesses as a Type 9, when I am aware of them, do not need to drive my behaviour and my life.

I tend to avoid true vulnerability and intimacy. As I wrote when I had my vulnerability hangover, Brené Brown defines vulnerability as emotional risk. I have always thought of myself as vulnerable, and it seemed like no big deal. But I learned that it wasn’t a big deal because I wasn’t taking any true risks. I am very careful about who I speak to on certain topics. I avoid opening a topic with a person whom I believe might challenge my thoughts, causing me to become defensive and too paralysed to choose the words to back up my perspective. This is even to the point where, with my closest friend, I won’t raise even the slightest disagreement on the finer points of anything we discuss. Also, when I do approach a vulnerable topic, I do it so carefully and diplomatically that the risk is nearly eliminated. With my most vulnerable self, I write here, to the whole wide internet instead – and even then I am careful about what I publish. (It may not seem like it, but I am.)

Through discussing all of this with a counsellor, I discovered that true vulnerability and emotional intimacy require me to take down the last of the walls I have up around me. Those walls only serve to keep me isolated, even while it looks like I am opening up to everyone. I am frankly terrified of facing these final frontiers in my vulnerability, but I know I need to.

I don’t need to take conflict personally. These are all related points that I learned at different times throughout the year. When a new person came into my life with a tendency to be brusque and pepper her conversation with more corrections than affirmations, I bristled and thought I would never survive it. Then I realised that it was just the way she operated. And if it was just her style, then I didn’t need to take it personally. So I don’t go into our conversations with my shield and sword at the ready. I know that she just wants to say her bit and move on. And it’s fine. It’s really, truly fine. It feels so different to not be defensive or afraid. And because I am not paralysed in the face of the ‘conflict’, I feel more empowered to respond calmly and maturely as the situation requires.

I am a social worker because I want to see the moment of insight. A while ago I would have given you some other reason for doing this work – because God calls me to the margins of society, for example. But when I really thought about it, this was the answer. It is critical for me to be there with a client when they gain a new insight – and I want to be the reason for that insight, too. I love seeing how our conversation can help them learn something new, realise a truth, uncover what is really behind things, let go of old baggage, and take a baby step forward. With adults, it can take a long time for them to see it, but when it happens, I can feel the shift. With children, it’s less obvious – they might be mulling it over while they play, or they might have pushed it from their minds – but usually a shift in behaviour emerges after a while, which I get to see. It’s amazing and it keeps me going.

Lying on the beach

I got sunburnt on the last day of the year. Screw you, 2014.

I don’t need to do everything. I had already learned this at some levels, owing chiefly to the theology of grace from my faith. But there are two areas of my life where I needed this lesson: the internet, and social expectations.

The internet is such a valuable tool to me, and I love being a part of my little corner of it. But it gives me way more than I can keep up with. By being on Goodreads and tweeting about books, I have uncovered more book recommendations than I can possibly read. By following the makers, characters and fans of my favourite YouTube webseries on Twitter and Instagram and everywhere, there is often more story and excitement than I can possibly keep track of in my daily life. By seeing my RL friends and internet friends document their lives in really cool ways on Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, YouTube, blogs, I feel the pressure of documenting to a similar standard across just as many platforms for, like, everything.

So here is where I have given myself permission to let go: I do not need to stay ‘up-to-date’ on any social media, for anything (even for my favourite webseries). I do not need to document everything in my life for social media (or even for myself). I do not need to blog regularly here unless I want to. I do not need to read every book that I might enjoy or that someone else enjoyed, especially not with the main purpose of documenting it on Goodreads and Twitter.

Then the social side of things. When my father-in-law was dying, I had a good excuse for not meeting social expectations. We put everything on hold. I didn’t have to say yes to the party invitations. I didn’t have to arrange to catch up with a friend. I didn’t have to return a favour, or organise that long-overdue dinner, or email anyone.

After we returned to ‘normal’ life (which took a few months of adjusting), I learned that most of those social expectations were in my head. You know what? I was getting anxious over my own perceived social obligations, and they weren’t even real. So why am I still holding onto them? I’m not any more. If I somehow do mess up on someone else’s expectation of me, there might be some kind of conflict, and I’m not so scared of that any more, either.

Ideally, the people worth having in my social circle will make their expectations clear (not that it means I have to meet them, but at least I’ll know), and will be mature enough to raise their concerns with me, and willing to accept an apology and repair the relationship. There is no point worrying myself about it until that happens. And if it’s not that big a deal, just something where they might disapprove of me, why would I base my choices around 30 seconds of their disapproval anyway?

What I eat doesn’t need a name. I kept thinking my food choices would get easier when I found The Perfect Diet (and by that I mean a collection of food choices for health, not a weight loss tool). I quit sugar, and went paleo, and did detoxes, and had more of this and less of that, and went off gluten completely, and tried a little bit of gluten, and went overboard with too much gluten, and found myself back at the beginning.

I strongly believe in bio-individuality when it comes to food – our bodies are all different and we need to learn what’s right for us. That means what I eat might not fit the name of a prescriptive diet. And it doesn’t need to.

But it also means I don’t have to stick to anything too firmly. Sometimes I wish I could – I am an abstainer, not a moderator, after all – but there is no point, really. I don’t have an autoimmune disease that requires a specific diet, nor a diagnosed intolerance, nor a firm set of symptoms related to any particular food. All I can say is that I’ve learned to have more of this and less of that. More vegetables, less gluten and sugar. But on any given day, I might have some gluten or sugar anyway. And it might be fine. Or it might not be – I’ll get a sore throat, feel run-down, get tired, wake up sluggish the next day – so I’ll avoid it again. I’ll listen to my own body, stock my kitchen with food my body loves, and adjust on a daily and hourly basis. It’s okay to figure it out as I go.

(I acknowledge that this sucks for friends and family who feed me regularly and would probably find it easier if I consistently ate or didn’t eat particular things. I try to keep them updated on my preferences, provide my own food when necessary, and for the rest of the time just go with the flow. I don’t want to ask too much of people when I make my own slip-ups from time to time anyway.)

I am stronger than I even know. Stronger than I thought I was. Stronger than I felt (you don’t need to feel strong to be strong). I went through some hard times but they did not break me and I have emerged, gasping for breath but braced for new challenges.

Strong 2014

Goodbye, 2014. So long to the hardest year of my life. But – thank you. I learned so much from you.

Parts of the internet that shaped me in 2014

I don’t follow blogs as much as I used to. I used to have a gazillion in Google Reader and would check and read them every day, multiple times a day. It got overwhelming and I had to stop, had to cull and then step away from the reader. (The irony of reading a lot about simplicity and minimalism was that, to really simplify my life, I had to stop reading those blogs.) But while they were ever-present in my life, they shaped me. I was stretched in new directions in health, faith, relationships, knowledge, humility. I owe so much of who I am to those blogs.

Now, I have Twitter. And YouTube, for literary webseries (such as The Lizzie Bennet Diaries and Classic Alice). And I spend very little of my time on the internet reading blogs. That’s okay. We change. The internet changes with us. (I would never have thought I’d prefer Twitter to Facebook, but there you go.) Sarah Bessey hosted a Twitter conversation today about how blogging has changed in the last 5 years, and my gosh, it sure has. But even with the change, some bloggers have stayed under my skin (Sarah being one of them). I follow them on Twitter and sometimes Facebook, and I don’t read everything, but as I flick through I’ll notice them, what they’re writing about.

All of this is to say that when I review my year on the internet, the highlights are often blog posts I’ve read. Twitter and YouTube are entertaining, but blogs and articles are something else. The longer writing forms still appeal because they write deeply into the truth, sometimes a truth I hadn’t learned or realised yet. They can continue to shape me even now that I only discover these formative pieces by accident.

Here are some of the pieces that shaped me on the internet in 2014, in chronological order.

Minimalism- 8 Things I realized in the past month.

Hardik Nagar discovered me before I discovered him. Well, first he discovered minimalism and started a blog to share his insights (which are many and profound). Then sometime he discovered me writing about my tiny home and shared words of encouragement. And then, in reading his writing, I learned something utterly shocking to me: we try to buy emotions. Did you know that?! Of course I knew at some level that my purchases affect my emotions, though to be honest I usually believed the lie that all my purchases are based on logic, not feelings, and – unlike everyone else – I am immune to advertising. But here, as Hardik stated that he is no longer trying to buy emotions, I realised – that’s exactly what I do. (I am not sure what I have done with that realisation yet.)

Life Advice: Healthy Ways to Recover When You’re Feeling Sad

Emma Approved is a YouTube webseries adapted from classic literature (Jane Austen’s Emma). I followed it pretty fanatically this year (I’m a big Mr Knightley fan). The interactive world spilled over into other forms of social media, including Emma’s lifestyle and fashion advice blog. I was surprised at how good this article was – it brings together a lot of great advice, and I remembered it later in the year when facing grief and other hard times.

23 Quotes That Perfectly Explain Racism (To People Who Don’t “See Color”)

I probably wouldn’t know about Michael Brown in Ferguson and Eric Garner in New York if it weren’t for Twitter. As it is, I learned more about modern-day racism this year than I think I have in all my other years combined. This collection of quotes had something to do with that – especially the quotes from Scott Woods, Teju Cole and Nalo Hopkinson. I thought I was pretty good at being not-racist, acknowledging my white privilege without bemoaning it, nodding my head whenever people of colour spoke against injustice. I learned I still have a long way to go.

(Incidentally, reading Blink by Malcolm Gladwell also taught me a lot on this topic – how our racial stereotypes and other biases are formed in our subconscious in less time than it takes to blink, and how we can retrain our brains and biases by exposure to positive stereotypes, i.e. the best of what a race/culture/gender has to offer. If we’re in true community with people from all different walks of life, that will go a long way to helping our brains overcome the biases we’re exposed to in the media. Great book.)

Sick of this market-driven world? You should be.

Courtesy of this blog post from Sarah Wilson, I discovered the above article and was both soothed and agitated. Yes, I am sick of this market-driven world and its effects on humanity. Yes, I feel at odds with the world, and it is probably because I have values that don’t sit right with neo-liberalism. But – and here is where my cynicism and agitation kick in – is it likely to change soon? I don’t think so. I want to be comforted by this article, though, I really do.

Advent: for the ones who know longing

I cried when I read this. This is me, this year especially. I know longing and I am waiting for joy. I even wondered if it would be possible to skip the Christmas joy and just stay in the Advent longing. So yeah, I’m living in the tension and waiting for all things to be made right. Aren’t we all?

Your real self gets to come play with God: One Woman’s Yes with Kathy Escobar

I used to read Kathy’s blog all the time. Her thoughts still resonate deeply with me. (Though I confess her book Down We Go is still sitting unread on my shelf, about 18 months after I got it.) In this interview she talks about how when faith shifts, a lot of things are hard, but the payoff is that “your real self gets to come play with God”. This was so validating and reassuring to me, as my faith has definitely shifted and I often feel unsteady in it.

Here’s hoping the parts of the internet that are meant to find me, and leave their mark on me in 2015, will.