Just over a year ago, I heard about a group of people who choose a theme word of the year. Some chose a word as a challenge and others for inspiration. It is a word that describes the year to come. I thought it sounded like a good idea and jumped on the bandwagon. For 2012, I chose the word hope. It was a not quite the year that I anticipated when the word was chosen. For me, 2012 held a ton of promise and in many ways, it held up to that expectation. I experienced places I had never dreamed I would see. I tried things that I never thought I would try. I was accepted into graduate school - a 10 year goal beginning to come true. I met a new niece who was easy to fall in love with. These were dreams I never expected to come true and there they were. Yet, just as with every coin, there was another side to hope. I learned what it means when hope changes form. I learned what it means when your hope is not for something joyful but for relief and release from pain. I learned what to do when hope is deferred. I learned what it means to differentiate between genuine hope and wishful thinking. At the end of 2012, hope has more meaning to me than it did before and it has proven to be just as challenging as anticipatory.
A few weeks ago, I started thinking and praying about what 2013 would hold. I was hoping (see, there it is) for something bright, optimistic, or along those lines. Not so much. I started noticing and trying to ignore the same theme popping up again and again. No matter how much I tried to change it or look for something else, my one word could not be shaken. I'll be honest, I'm not excited. In fact, I'm nervous - so much so that I wanted to pitch this idea. Yet, here I am, scared of what the next 12 months will hold and still gearing up to face it head on.
One Word for 2013 - Surrender.