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new year, new words

in 2007, christine kane initiated a resolution revolution and created the one word project to help people go gently and mindfully into the new year.  since then, so many of us have adopted this wonderful tradition as a new way of letting go of unrealistic expectations and a way to nurture and grow our lives with compassion and love.

last year i chose the word NURTURE and 2010 seemed to immediately manifest itself around the energy of that word.  wishstudio was reincarnated and nurtured into a more dynamic and multifacited creative community, while at the same time filling my own life with realized hopes and dreams. it was a good word and an amazing year of abundance and growth!

this year as i mulled over the words in my head i kept getting stuck in the words that were too wide and expansive… that were looking for more, when really i felt like what i need is to savor what is.  2010 overflowed with the blossoms of many tiny seeds, and it was one of those pivotal years that every aspect of my life and work shifted.

as i move into this next year i feel pulled by a sense of settling, of really getting dirty in the soil and enriching the foundation of all of that abundance. for this reason my word this year is RESPONSIBILITY. it’s unsexy. it’s practical. it’s not trendy or cliche. it’s really where i need the most focus and direction.

read more about my word choice in my new year’s journal post.

what word did you choose?  share it here so we can cheer each other on as we leap intom 2011! HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone! my yours be filled with joy and many wishes come true!!!


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