I've spent the past few weeks pondering what my 'word' will be for 2017. Last year (the first year I chose a word to represent the coming year) my word was "get shit done in 2016". (Okay, it's more than one word, but you get the idea.)
It was the motto that I desperately needed, because I felt a little frozen. After a couple of summers spent navigating Lyme disease I had lost my oomph. And I was drowning in half-hearted, half-finished, procrastination-choked projects. From boxes in the basement to the thrift store donations that never seemed to make it to the thrift store to abandoned sweaters and quilts all in various stages of partially done, I was overwhelmed.
It was time to finish what I had started.
And to some extent mission #getshitdonein2016 was a success. No, I didn't finish All of the Things That Need to be Finished last year, but I certainly completed some. I would hear myself saying (or more accurately shouting) the phrase to myself as I set to work on uncompleted tasks from weeks (or years) gone by. It helped me get over the hurdle of restarting projects that no longer inspired me.
And the idea of a word instead of a resolution? That works for me. It's more inspiration and less pressure.
Which begs the question of: what will 2017 hold?
What direction do I want to move that feels like a warm invitation rather than a harshly shouted command?
On Christmas night, after our celebrations of Solstice and Christmas Eve were done, I told Pete that all I wanted a warm bowl potato-ham soup for dinner, and then I wanted to spend the evening just scrolling my Pinterest boards. (That classic Christmas combination.) And so I did. I checked out after dinner and curled up by the fire to search for a little inspiration.
And I was powerfully drawn to the notion of creating beauty in my world.
We moved to this crooked little farmhouse over four years ago. But because we rented her for nearly a year before buying, that means we moved in without painting, refinishing the wood floors, or pulling up the aging carpet, wallpaper, and linoleum.
And once we were in we were in. And farm work was priority, so the rest had to wait.
And the truth is, I don't really know how to begin. When four (crafty, disorganized, homeschooly) people are packed into 1200 square feet, how exactly do you empty and rework a room? Because there's really no where to go around here with a bed, dresser, and desk for a few days while we rework a room (except perhaps out into the snowbank).
And so we're been just living with the tan and cornflower blue wallpaper and gray vinyl floor. For years.
But I am hungering for beauty. I'm starving for it.
To sweep up the cobwebs that are hanging in our corners and dust the picture frames. To paint the hallway and hang some fresh art. To plant flowers around my house and while I'm at it maybe rip off the broken, decaying deck and build a pretty little white covered porch with a spindle railing. To cultivate beauty at ever turn.
So I think that's my plan for 2017. To create a more beautiful world. Right here on the farm, and spreading outward from our little corner of Wisconsin.
In the projects I create, in the words that I write, in the work that I do, in the way that I engage with the world. Beauty! Everywhere. It's time. And it's what I want more of in the coming year.
I'll keep you posted on what unfolds.
P.S. If you're choosing a word for 2017 I'd love to hear what it is the comments below!
P.P.S. If you're hungry for an evening of potato soup and Pinterest inspiration as well, you can find a few of my favorite (beautiful) pins here:
Let me know if you'll need that soup recipe and I'll see what I can do.