My word for 2013.

i've been searching for my word.

you know, for the new year.

a new year, a new word 
to embody everything i hope, 
everything i feel, 
and everything i want 2013 to be about.

as a writer, i love words.

i love to slip the right word into the right sentence, 

and watch as it makes magic and perfect sense.

it's like sliding your foot into a shoe that fits perfectly,

like cinderella.

it's like finding a home for a lost soul.

 

i first thought create would be an ideal word choice.

or perhaps, dream.

but a verb seems forced

and unneccesary.

it seems like a mandatory action.

 

i want my word to float like a feather, accidental-like on a breeze,

drifting slowly behind me in my every step.

swaying in the wind

and changing with the seasons.

i want 2013 to be about finding my place.

i want to remember who i am

amidst dirty diapers

and finger-printed furniture.

i want to find my purpose

other than being a mother.

yet

i want to be a better mother.

i want to find patience in the chaos

and the happy in my ness.

i want to reconnect with my husband

and kiss him like it was the first time.

i want to expect only the best.

i want to see the positive in every single negative.

i want to create and dream.

but more than that, i want to keep my eyes up

and my heart open.

i want to take in every single moment

in the present

but be hopeful for the future.

ah, hopeful.

just like that.

my word has arrived.

hopeful. 

the perfect fit. 

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