Earlier this month I stood outside in the moonlight, raised my hand and released the string that had held "intentional" close for all of 2012. I watched intentional gently rise and slowly float away. It was after all a new year and time for a new word.
Earlier in the day Joy had selected me. It drifted down from above and settled around my shoulders like a new down jacket. It was soft and warm and held the promise of 2013.
But I have to tell you, I miss intentional. I miss the jolt of reality it brought to my days. The way it encouraged me to get up and get going, to eat healthier, to make an effort in the nooks and crannies of my life. I miss it and have decided to call it home.
I'm not giving up on Joy. Not at all. Who doesn't need more joy in their life? It's right there for the taking. It's in the first steaming cup of coffee in morning and the sparkle in Henna's eyes as she patiently waits for her treat. It's in the dirty socks and sweaty ball shirt that lies expectantly on the washer after a softball game and the relaxing glass of wine at the end of the day.
But intentional kept me honest. I liked when it jumped on the bed and whispered good intentions in my ear. Thus I have decided that we are facing 2013 as a threesome, Joy, Intentional and myself. We're holding hands and taking the plunge, together. Much like Miss A and the G-man standing at the edge of the pool all giggles and smiles expecting the unexpected.
Joy and Intent. I hope they get along and there's no squabbling.
I don't want to have to separate them.