If I’m going to be a blogger, I need a word of the year. All the other bloggers have one. They’re pretty easy to get. You pick one and come up with a reason it’s your word for 2018. The reason should be reflective with a hint of hope. My understanding is Debbie Macomber wrote a book about this in the 1980s. I haven’t read the book or added it to my to-read list. I haven’t even found the title. I am blindly taking her advice and following the pack to pick a word.
I may be doing it wrong though. All the other bloggers and podcasters have words you can find their words written in calligraphy all over Pinterest. Words like Believe, Open, and Overcome make good year words. I tried for a word like this. Really, I did. I wanted to buy a plaque, one made of crayons or buttons, that said my word. I’d put it over my desk and look at it ever day.
I sat down and brainstormed. I started out like other bloggers. Creative came up first. I would create more in 2018. That is my overarching goal in my midlife crisis to be more creative. Creative felt uncreative. I rolled other ideas around:
Open. I heard a podcaster pick this word. It’s not a bad word. I’d like to be more open and express more. For me, it would be a stolen word.
Believe came up and is definitely on a plaque somewhere, but it feels too nebulous. Maybe I’m taking this word thing too far. Are we really supposed to remember our word come February?
Consistency. I liked this word. I would like some consistency in my creative life. This is also where I fell into words that were not like other bloggers. Perhaps it’s the contrarian in me, but I liked most that nobody else seemed to be using it.
This is where I fell away from the blogging world. I started looking at words that were more practical than reflective with a hint of hope.
Practical. That could be it if it weren’t so boring.
Decisive or decide. I liked this idea, but couldn’t decide if I could stick to it.
Commitment. This almost won. It’s an uncomfortable word for me. (Uncomfortable would be a good one too.) I avoid commitment. It annoys me, but I’m going to need to be committed to this creativity thing if I want to make progress. Commitment lost because I came up with a word I like better.
Discipline. What a retched word. Nobody likes discipline. As a people, we like Netflix and sleep. Discipline never plays the next episode while the drool drips down our chins. Discipline is a pain in the neck. But I need to be disciplined about my time and energy choices if I’m going to do this midlife crisis right.
Discipline it is then. The worst word I can think of, but most necessary.
My Selective Usage of Discipline before 2018
There are two things that have prompted discipline in me up until this point: a finish line and a paycheck. Give me a race where I’m competing only against myself and I will behave like the finisher’s medal is made of diamonds. Competition against others annoys me, but I enjoy racing against myself.
Discipline at work also comes easy. I like to eat and I’m neither a hunter nor a gatherer.
Other than those two areas, I’ve never stuck to anything for very long. Living life by the seat of my pants might sound romantic. It has brought me to some wonderful places and allowed me to do some amazing things. Most of those things were opportunities that knocked or whims I had. They were not things I spent years working towards. My lack of discipline hasn’t ruined my life. It’s simply hindered long term goals. This is the year I go to work on those goals and others.
I want to see how disciplined I can be. How hard I can work. How budgeted I can be with my time, energy, money, and diet. I want to stick to this word all year. It’s not a pretty word. It’s a get it done word.