GO: five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes

In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?

How about love?
Measure in love

Seasons of love

Even though we were still too sick to go out or pour champagne, we had a wholly satisfactory new year's eve at home. Jim and I managed a tiny dance party with the wee set in the seven o' clock hour, tucked them into bed, and nerded out musical theater style watching RENT, something that may just become a new tradition.

We picked a word together to orient the new year:

GO. Less couching. More feet-moving. More intention.

Go. Do. Move. Not toward busyness but action. Conscious choice to order our days, to be fully present to moments of quiet reflection, hard work, and creative play.

I'm naturally more inclined to be indoorsy, choosing sedentary pursuits over active ones. I'm a thinker and a dreamer, and those are both good things. There is a time to be still and to write, certainly, and I need both, but if I'm honest, it's easy for me to default to a mode of passivity that looks a lot more like apathy or procrastination than fruitful contemplation.

So this year we Go, spinning dreams into plans and schemes into concrete steps.

Do you pick One Word to focus your new year? I'd love to hear. There's still time today to enter to win a copy of Common Prayer, tooHappy and blessed be your new year, friends.

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