2017, the year of…

2017, the year of…

Tomorrow is a new year, and it’s time for a new word. For 2017, it is the year of Endurance.


Halfway through 2016, this could have honestly been my word instead of Independence. My mind was already shifting to this focus. This year I wasted a lot of time being disillusioned about my life; I fantasized way to much and ended up disappointing myself because, surprise! life isn’t a fantasy. My writer mind wishes it can create my own story just as easily as it creates others, but I’m not the only one who can throw curveballs into the fray. By October 2016, I figured out what word I needed to focus on next. It came like a clear beam of sunlight through the reddening autumn leaves.

Here’s why Endurance is my word for the year: I’m a wimp. I’m not saying that because I started hating on myself. I really am a wimp. Or, in nicer words, I don’t have as thick skin as I thought I did. I am a naturally emotional person who quits on things too soon because I didn’t get an instant “click” within the first few days. This bad trait has caused me to make several regretful decisions that I try to distract myself from to keep the shame level low. I don’t seem to have any endurance, for anything.

I think it was when I came across Hebrews 10:36 one September morning as I was on the bus that I decided on the word:

Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God’s will. Then you will receive all that he has promised.

“Patient endurance” kept playing over and over in my head. It certainly was what I needed right now. The Bible has so many examples of people who endured through much suffering in order to finish and receive the reward: Joseph, Job, Elijah, Paul…not to mention Christ himself.

With a focus on Endurance, I want to develop every part of my endurance: physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. I don’t want outside forces to determine my choices anymore. I don’t want to be such an easy quitter anymore. I don’t want to be controlled by flighty emotions that just end up driving myself and others crazy. I want to endure, especially during the hard parts. I want to get strong. I’m working out this year, and I mean my mental muscles.


past years’ words

A new semester….

I endeavor to never have an excuse for an unworthy absence, even if it is legit. The last couple of days can be explained by the fact that I started classes on Tuesday, but again, like I said, no excuses….

It is a new semester, though. That always brings some stuff. I say stuff because, well, there’s just lots of stuff. School would be the primary new stuff. For the first time in two years I have an on-campus class again (I had always been taking classes online). It happens to be located in wild yet halcyon downtown Austin. I don’t really mind that. I always have a love for the city. And you know what always seems to bite me when my schedule starts to get a little bit busier? The urge to get even busier!

I have discovered that being busy motivates me to be even more busy. Or, perhaps to use a better term, being productive motivates me to be even more productive. I am not a person for idleness. I must be out, doing something, accomplishing things, making a difference. I do believe we have that urge in all of us to some degree; some more than others. Thus it’s a secret I’ve learned of myself: if I want to do a particular something, I should start on something more simple and build up the motivation. Not to mention the inspiration.

Thus, I warn myself, my mind may take off on me in this time. And I am not intimidated one bit! In fact, I’m glad to have something as mediocre as school to give me an artistic push.

Here’s to the new semester. And the ideas to be born.

2015-A Year of Change?

I remember at the beginning of 2014 that I had the sense that it would be a very eventful year. That was just the word that kept rolling around in my head. The only explanation of why I got that feeling, and kept feeling it, would be that it came from the Holy Spirit. And it was true after all. 2014 was a very eventful year, for me and everyone around me, with both good and bad events. I ended the year quite exhausted and overwhelmed. And now, at the beginning of 2015, I have the odd feeling that it’s going to be a year of change. What sort of change? Well that’s the little detail that seems to elude me.

That little thought somewhat unnerves me. News of coming change is always unnerving. But I do feel in my heart that it might all be change that is necessary. At the prompting of a friend, I chose a word that would be my focus of the year, a word that would define what I hoped to grow in and achieve during that year. In 2014 it was trust.

I don’t think I would necessarily choose “change” as my word for 2015. Now, though this may seem vague, I believe it’s a choice word for 2015: growth. More specifically, personal growth. By this word I mean that, in 2015, I really want to grow myself, make myself a better person, strengthen my strengths, attend to my shortcomings, and go after and achieve some dreams. It does seem to cover a broad range, but in a year of change, growth is very important.

This is my statement, for 2015. When I look toward the near future I almost find myself shaking in my boots. There’s something magnificent and life changing up ahead that intimidates me.

But it also excites me 🙂

Future 15 (Last one!): Strive to Inspire

My life dream

One of my ultimate life goals is to inspire. Inspire anything; mainly creativity. I want to move people to think and create. Part of me believes I was meant to be so, to be an encourager and inspirer. It’s a lifelong goal, so I’ll always be going after it.

Don’t ever give up on your dreams. Like C.S. Lewis said, you’re never too old to set a new goal or dream a new dream.

Future 15: A Crafty Christmas

handmade christmas tags. Just a snowflake punch and some paper tags. lovely! The little drops of glitter add the perfect touch.

A personal tradition I’ve started recently is making my Christmas gifts for my family. The first year I did, 2012, I made everyone monogrammed journals and gifted them in decorated paper bags. The next year, I decorated small mason jars and filled them with a bracelet, candy, a poem and a little note. I loved it so much, I decided to do it every year. I now look forward to Christmas season, when I can gift my family straight from my heart with handmade crafty gifts.

5 Little, tiny dreams

For all of us, there are those big lifelong dreams, and then there are those little, tiny dreams that we can’t help but think about and desire to fulfill. They seem so small and insignificant to others, but to us, if we can just fulfill it once, it would make our world. Here are 5 of my own:

  1. Jump in a pile of leaves. They never happen in Texas, and so I’ve never been able to do it. I want to know that wonderful sensation of landing in a frothy pile of autumn leaves.
  2. Sing a worship song. I’ve sung solos before in church, but it was more a performance than for praise and worship. It’s something I think about often…
  3. Read by candlelight. Technically I could have been fulfilling this my whole life, and yet I haven’t done it yet. It has to be on the perfect night, though, like a stormy winter night.
  4. Walk through snow. I’ve seen snow, but not legit, real snow. I want to walk through it, bundled in boots and a coat and everything in between.
  5. Keep a scrapbook. Though this dream would span a number of years, it’s just a little dream that I want to start and continue on.

What little dreams do you hope to fulfill?