2013 Will Be My Year to Pursue

I’ve never been big on New Year’s resolutions.  

I don’t usually have the discipline to stick it out and be successful. Then, as soon as I fail, I throw the whole thing window and end up worse off than I was before. I’m a “once I eat one Oreo, I might as well eat the whole bag” kind of gal.


Still, I like the idea.


I think life is best lived with intentionality and focus. We need to be thoughtful about how we spend our precious resources of time and energy.


As I spent more and more time in the Twitterverse and Blogosphere last year, I kept hearing about this concept of One Word 365. Here’s the description of the idea from their website:


Forget New Year’s Resolutions. Scrap that long list of goals you won’t remember three weeks from now anyway. Choose just one word.

One word that sums up who you want to be or how you want to live. One word that you can focus on every day, all year long.

It will take intentionality and commitment, but if you let it, your word will shape you and your year. It will guide your decisions and help you grow.

Discover the big impact one word can make.

One word. 

365 days. 

A changed life.


As I have read about this, and seen the wonderful testimonies of those who have participated in the past, I couldn’t resist the desire to jump on board.


But once I made the decision to participate, I had to embark on the hardest part: choosing a word.


I thought and prayed and wondered and explored. As I did, one word kept rising to the surface.




In many ways, my life is a contradiction. I am an achiever who loves checking things off my list. And yet, there are so many times I fail to act. Whether for laziness or fear or procrastination, I sit on my hands when I should do something.


I hem and haw about wanting more friendships, about wanting deeper friendships, and yet I fail to get off my butt and pursue them. I fret about how I have been getting sick and how I need to exercise, but yet I fail to do what I need to do to pursue my health. I talk and write and reflect about our need to help the poor, but yet I fail to pursue relationships and service opportunities of my own. I think about this book I want to write someday, but yet I fail to pursue it all, even by writing out the thoughts that swirl around in my head.




2013 is the year to move from thinking to doing. From reflecting to pursuing.


I am curious and nervous and excited about all that it will bring.


How do you define failure?

I am afraid of failure. I love dreaming and goal setting, but sometimes I hesitate to do it. Because if I set goals, I might not reach those goals. And then? Then I know I'll have that sinking feeling in the pit of my gut. I hate that feeling.

I am posting about a childhood that I never achieved over at Prodigal Magazine today. Will you join me there? Here's a little teaser.

I knew I could do it.

When I was little, I just knew. Every time I was in my yard or at a playground, I would try, sure that this time would be different. Certain that this time, I would accomplish my goal.

I would kick hard at the air in front of me while arching my back so far that my hair would kiss the ground as I sailed by. Then, at just the right moment, I would lean forward and bend my knees into a tight tuck. Back and forth I moved, swinging higher and faster each time.

Some days I would swing so high and so hard and so fast that the structure would shake. Yes, I would think. This is it!

Yet, try as I might, I never looped around.

I failed.

Head on over to Prodigal Magazine to read the rest of my article, Redefining Failure.