The past few Januarys I have been setting my intention for the coming year with a single word. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know….it’s one of those trendy things to do right now. But honestly, it’s good to have something positive to focus on, and sometimes one single word is a whole lot more doable than resolutions.
Anyhow, I started thinking a little bit about what I wanted my word for 2018 to be. The word came to me and to be honest, I tried really hard to avoid it – I put in a lot of effort to find a word that I preferred. And yet, nothing seemed right. My mind kept drifting back to the original word, over and over again, until I finally decided that I needed to just roll with it, because obviously it was speaking to me for some reason.
My word for 2018 is compassion. Not just for other people – but for myself as well.
Full disclosure – I struggle with compassion. I admit that I can be a bit of a judgy person. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that most of us are a little judgy from time to time (at least), but for me, for where I am in my life right now, I know that it’s time to try and lay that to rest. I need to remind myself to be gentle when it comes to seeing others, and to show them kindness.
The thing is – I need to also show compassion to myself. I struggle with that more than I do with other people. I am my own harshest critic. I have a tough time allowing myself my feelings; I constantly judge and berate myself for anything negative. I know that this doesn’t serve me well – at all – and that I need to start being compassionate toward the woman I see in the mirror every day.
2018 is the year to work on both of these things.