My word of the year: Lighter

I was recently asked the thought question: What would be "my" word this year? Quickly, almost instinctively, I said, "Lighter". While life can certainly be great, sometimes it's really hard. Uncomfortable. Sticky. Heart-rending. Terrifying. In a word, life, and its accompanying emotions, can be heavy.

So, if blessed with the opportunity, this year I want to work towards lightness. I can't control what happens to me or those I love, but I can control how I respond to events around me. In the interim, I can invite more lightness into my life. Rolling with the punches but knowing that I don't have to white-knuckle my way through; I can loosen my grip even when things feel heavy.

Taking a breath, letting go of fear, feeling gratitude for the love that surrounds me, I have the power to feel lighter in each moment and to be filled with light. Whether it's decluttering possessions or letting go of toxic emotions, that's exactly what I'm setting out to do.

What about you? If you were to choose any word to represent your year, what would it be and why?

Cheers to you and whatever you dream for your life in 2023!

A lily, luminous in the afternoon sun.

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