This past week I had the pleasure of reading lots of friends' New Year's resolutions on the socials. I also followed a trend where, instead of making a resolution or two, a person chooses a word or phrase that sets an intention for the coming year. I LOVED reading these words and the explanations for the choices, reveling in the connection with my fellow humans through our shared belief in the potency of words to shape our reality. It made sense that the words people chose were deliberate and positive: hope, kindness, determination, gratitude, etc. I say "YES" to all of them (risking accusations of toxic positivity). But I have had a hard time choosing a by-word of my own.
At first I thought I'd go with the word "less," setting an intention to be less busy (2023 was pretty hectic), to acquire less stuff, to leave a smaller environmental footprint in every way possible. It's an important mindset for me to maintain, this one of taking up less space in the world, but when I really push on this idea of "less" my mind gets stuck in an infinity loop of diminishing returns. Yes, a "lesser" approach counters the overly-busy overachiever impulses and makes me hold more still, be more intentional in action and consumption, but I also keep hearing a big "NO" behind the idea of "less." As in "mustn't" and "cannot."
So after more consideration, I befriended the word "DREAM" and all the expansiveness, inventiveness, playfulness, and imagination that word summons. Dreaming (in sleep or in waking revery) is spacious, full of energy and air. It is an endless creative resource; it is where doing and making begin. But dreaming is also a thing unto itself—one may dream and not act at every instance.
We shine full of story anyway, when we dream. It's enough to start a new year, a new day, a new breath.
