Many people choose a word for the year. Did you?
Or did a word choose you?
In the early days of 2019, I thought “potential” might be mine. But the minister at my church proposed the idea that, in the same way that wands choose the wizards in the Harry Potter series, a word chooses the person.
At our Epiphany service in early January, we received (distributed at random) a star word. The word Release chose me.
Since then I have turned to that word far more often than “potential.” I have found peace in releasing the need to control everything, releasing plans when circumstances changed, and releasing joy too.
The last few days I’ve had to release my need to go to work. I’ve been sidelined by a flu that has left me tired and feverish and achey. I’m not a person who misses work willingly, so I’ve waged a mental battle with myself every time.
“I should go. I have deadlines to meet and not a lot of days to meet them.”
“You’ll just infect everyone there, and they won’t thank you for that!”
“But they’re already missing staff. If I don’t go, they’ll fall really behind.”
“You’re not indispensable, you know. The world keeps spinning without you.
Release . . . release . . . release . . .
My word chose well.