I used to think this was attributed to my cheapness because it clearly isn't due to my lack of love for food. But recently, I noticed I enjoy the comfort of kitchen tables. Politeness vanishes, fancy entrees aren't required, and baseball hats prove acceptable.
I also realized I say I don't need to sleep with a pillow because I think it's a hassle for you to get me a pillow. This is a flat out lie. I need a pillow and preferably one that is squishy and worn.
In addition, I love paper. I would dive into a heap of stationary if one was available. It is totally worth the risk of paper cuts.
Also, when I read about God calling Samuel (1 Samuel, Chapter 3) in the middle of the night, I think I may be too tired, scared, busy, or preoccupied to hear God's call in the middle of the night, or maybe the squishy, worn pillow is over my head.
Anyway, all of this me-talk has a point. A whole slew of us are choosing one word to represent the upcoming year.
And I've picked my word.
It's RISK, and baby, I've already started.
I said yes to a new job. I promised a certain someone I'd run a 5K with her. I filled you in on my writing, and you know what? There is something totally liberating about knowing I could fall flat on my face and not caring.
So, that's who I am: baseball hat wearing, pillow grubbing, stationary diving, heavy sleeping, risk-taking me.
Hope this year finds you challenging yourself in new ways, and who knows? Maybe you will pick one word too. Click over to the #OneWord365 community to learn more.
No blog, agendas, or requirements to participate. Just you allowing one word to shape you for an entire year.