My word for 2014 was....story.
When I picked it, I thought 2014 would be about sharing my story. And in some ways it was. But not really in the ways I had imagined.
I was expecting........ to spend time developing my writing and I did spend some time doing that. And I loved it. But I learned that whilst I love writing and will continue to do so, my writing is for my journal or this little space of mine here. At least for now. I also learned that I need to write regularly. Mostly just for my sanity.
I was expecting.............. that I would be sharing my story. And in some ways I have. But little pieces and not always where and when I expected to.
I was expecting...................... my story to feel bigger than it does.
I was expecting............. a year of story to have a beginning, a middle and and an end.
What I know now:
I love to write. It doesn't matter where my writing goes and I love my journal and my blog. The continued discovery of my story makes me think about myself and my relationship with others and all this is part of my process of moving forward and living the life I have chosen and strive for.
Honestly, reading my expectations makes my life sound much more epic that it really is. My story is simple and ordinary and ongoing. And I love that. But to learn and keep learning, I need to keep telling and reviewing my story.
Story will always be one of my words. After all, if you don't know your story, you can't share your story. And you never know when someone needs to hear your story. Even if, or perhaps especially if, it's only you that needs to hear it.