With much thought, my one word for 2015 is give.
Simply, I want to give more financially, spiritually, emotionally, and physically. I want to give my time and energy to impactful efforts and meaningful moments. I want to give anonymously and without desire or want of return. I hope to give more thanks and donate more to my community.
Give. I’m really looking forward to 2015!
One word has helped guide my life and work each and every year for the past decade or so. I’ve chronicled these one words ever since Nursetopia began, and it’s nice to look back and see how the single word, kept on the forefront of my mind throughout the year, really did shape my actions.
2014’s one word was relationships. After 2013’s change and newness of a different job and city, I wanted 2014 to focus on solidifying my community. And that all boils down to relationships.
I started 2014 with a race with my siblings that I ended up simply walking – and talking – with my sister; it was great. I also moved my family to a different rental property because we were going nuts in our other one; it turned out to be a really great thing for our family as a whole. I burned through handwritten notes for friends, coworkers, and clients. My birthday was an Austin Color Run team that friends and family members joined. I shared a beach vacation with 22 of my family members; took a cruise with my mom and older sisters; and worked hard to ensure date nights continued. I remembered my one word each evening as I read and sang my littles to sleep – as much as I felt pulled to clean the house or prepare for the next day, I remembered what was really important – daily relationships and moments that add up to much more. I gave more of me to the people I worked with and those who wanted to learn from me. Many times I stopped what I was doing (e.g. working, writing, playing on the computer or scrolling through social media) to spend more time with the people I love. I had the honor of caring for my grandfather, who passed away Friday from head and neck cancer; I spent a great amount of quality time with him, listening to his stories and enjoying his company. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend that time any other way.
Relationship. My one word worked exactly as I needed it.
I’m so thankful for 2014. And while it’s still the same year, I’ll put away my computer, and spend time with those that mean the most to me, welcoming 2015. Tomorrow I will share my one word for the New Year.
Thanks for reading and being a part of my “relationships.” I wish you and yours the best this evening and into 2015!
It’s one of my all-time favorite quotes. It’s true. I hope you make a habit of dreaming with others.
Rather than resolutions, each year I chose one word to help frame my goals and work throughout the year. It helps me. I’ve shared past year’s words already, and 2012’s word was “completion.” I completed many things, indeed, including buying my first home, finishing my first marathon, and many other goals I had in mind.
While “completion” worked for me, I realized that few things are ever really complete; they keep going in one shape or another. Still, the concept was powerful motivation throughout all of 2012. As I look back on the year, I am proud of my accomplishments and choices. It really has been a great year, and I am excited to live 2013 to its fullest.
You are where you are today because of your own diligence and drive in combination with the leadership, mentoring, and encouragement from others throughout your life. You are a wealth of information and resources. Someone is dying to meet and learn from a person like you.
Give yourself freely. Share your experience, your knowledge, your encouragement with others. Help expand other people’s networks with other quality people. Provide constructive feedback. Be present. Be a mentor. Give back, or pay it forward; it’s all the same in making a difference in someone’s life.
The will to do something is 99% of the effort of actually completing something. We typically have the strength or power or knowledge to complete most things; we just need to decide and commit to doing whatever that is. The closer we get to the goal/action, the easier it is to complete the action. At least that’s how my mind works…You’ve already gotten this far. Finish.
But what about when we’re far away from the goal? Faaaaaaaarrrr, faaaaaarrrr away? Yeah, it takes a lot of motivation to get started. It reminds me of that law of physics – an object at rest remains at rest. If I can just get out of bed to run in the morning. If I can get my workout clothes on in the evening after putting the kids to bed. If I can divert my brain from thinking about the chocolate chip cookies in the break room. If I can find the motivation, I can do it.
Sometimes I cannot find the motivation. Sometimes I have to borrow someone else’s. Fortunately, I have some pretty generous motivators around me who push me out of the bed, who place my running shoes right in front of me, who hide the cookies, who nudge the laptop towards me (or rip it out of my hands depending on the day).
I’m a borrower at the moment. I’m looking forward to being the lender again soon. For now, I’ll rest in the encouragement of others and learn from this season of others.
Are you borrowing or lending motivation this season?
Summer happened. A new house happened. Writing doesn’t seem to be happening much.
In between finding new running and driving routes, painting furniture (which is turning out beautifully, I might add!), enjoying quintessential summertime activities, and yes, even trying to read a book or two, it simply seems as though I’ve “lost” my itch to write. Before moving, I used to wait anxiously for bedtime – laying down the kiddos, the hubs brewing some decaf coffee, and snuggling into bed with my laptop and a few good ideas waiting to become prose.
Not so much these days.
At first, I was quite anxious about the overtly missing or infrequent Nursetopia posts. Seriously – it did cause me anxiety. And then I realized Nursetopia is a fun routine for me. No one makes me write every day. No one makes me share my ideas. No one forces me to share giveaways or downloadable goodies.
So, this week I am striving to find my new writing routines in my new house in this new season. I know it will not be easy. Nothing ever worth having is, though. And I do love writing and sharing conversation with you. Be patient with me please. Posts might be choppy and publish at all hours of the days while I find my groove.
Are you struggling to get back into a routine? How are you coping and working towards getting back into the swing of things?
Sunday I competed in my fourth half-marathon – the LIVESTRONG Austin Half-Marathon. I still can’t believe that’s right – four half-marathons? I’ve come a long way, Baby. I set a new personal record, which was seven minutes faster than my last race in November.
Each race is special, but this one was different. There’s just something about running down the middle of closed streets – streets I typically drive on every day. It’s empowering in many ways. Of the four races I’ve run, this course was the best. It was the most challenging, with whispering inclines and screaming hills. And, it was the prettiest. The Dallas Rock & Roll Half-Marathon course is a close second, but Austin takes the number one spot. (Yes, I realize I
may be am biased.) The race circled the Capitol, wove through downtown, and continued across South Congress bridge, and down eclectic and trendy SoCo past some Austin-original eateries and shops like Homeslice Pizza, Allen’s Boots, Hey Cupcake!, Lucy in Disguise with Diamonds, and Big Top Candy Shop. We turned across the Highway 290 access road where folks from P. Terry’s Hamburger Stand (arguably one of the best burgers in Texas) handed out water in between the race mile marker water stations. Next time they should seriously consider teeny tiny versions of their amazing shakes. I’ll run for that! The course then turned onto South First Street. I never noticed Kreb Lane before, but I couldn’t help but laugh as I thought about the Krebs Cycle, mitochondria, and ATP. It was a nice mental distraction. The famous “Welcome to Austin” mural provided part of the visual inspiration. Color is everywhere on South First, and as I ran I wished I could stop at some of the street trailers. They were getting ready for lunch, and man, they smelled gooooood! The course crossed back over Lady Bird Lake, underneath MoPac Expressway, and back up 15th Street’s massive gargantuan hill, and circling back to the south side of the Capitol.
It was quite special. I’ll share a few more of the most meaningful race day moments this week. Needless to say, I will return to run this race again. Let me know if you’re planning to join in on the
craziness fun. I’d love to see you there!