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Happiness

I am a New Years girl. I love goals and check lists and I love the feeling of a fresh start, but resolutions have never been my thing. A few year ago I began picking a word for the year and I found that it works really well for me. 

Setting a word for the year has helped me to focus on a quality that I want to grow in myself. Last years word was ‘intentional’. It was a full year and in a lot of ways a really hard year. Being intentional with my words, thoughts and actions helped me to really lean into the relationships in my life. The past year felt somber though. It was good and I grew more than I could have imagined, but it also felt serious and deep. I need some relief.

This year after praying over it and considering what I would like more of in the coming year, I knew that my word for 2019 had to be 'happiness'.

I want more laughter, more spontaneity, more fun in 2019 and none of those things come naturally to me. I thought about words like joy and contentment but they still felt too heavy, too loaded. Happiness, if I am totally honest, kind of feels superficial, kind of silly, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that is exactly what I need to bring into my life; more light moments, more moments of going with the flow, more freedom. 

I want to put happiness at the forefront of my everyday. I am ready for light, for fun, for delighting in the everyday. I have no doubts that the year ahead will carry valleys and peaks but I hope that this year I will focus on leaving the world a bit brighter and happier than before.


Happy New Year friends!

With love and happiness, 
Me

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