December was a tough month…a hard end to 2017. There was lots of grief and sadness, in my life and in my community. Too much loss that I wasn’t prepared to hear about.
I’ve spent the last week thinking I wouldn’t have a word for the year. I wasn’t ready to commit or start planning or anything remotely close to goal setting. I was in the moment and not ready to look to the future.
But today a word popped into my head, and I’m going with it.
After my grandmother died, all I wanted was to be surrounded with my people. To talk, laugh, cry…whatever felt right.
So I’ve decided to take that into 2018. Sure, I have other goals, books to read, money to make, but my focus is on friends and family. I turn forty in two days and I’m ready for a year with my community.
I hope you’ll join me in fellowship for this year. Call me to catch up, meet me for coffee, join me for dinner. We can talk parenting, theater, literature…you name it, I’m there.