I didn’t live up to my One Little Word for 2020*, which was BLOOM. I mean, all I did in 2020 was survive. Which is OK. We were living through a pandemic. There was no blooming happening here. When I thought about my word for 2020 last January, I thought about the famous Anaïs Nin quote that goes: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
Friday, January 1, 2021
One Little Word 2021
Well, it turns out this was a year to remain tight in that bud. To listen to my body, my mind, and my heart that told me there will be other times to blossom, that now is a time of safety and survival.
I'm not sure it's fair to say you "didn't live up to" your word last year. That's a pretty harsh judgment of my friend, who had no idea there was a global pandemic headed this way. I would just point out that for some plants, like poinsettias, the foliage IS the bloom for us, and surviving means you didn't lose all your leaves and shrivel up, either. Maybe you just had to be a different flower than you thought you might be last December. Sending you love and light for the new year.
And so, my One Little Word for 2021 is: LISTEN.
*I will point out that my friend Jen Ansbach said the following after she read my assessment of not living up to my word for 2020: