One Word for 2017

Last January, for the first time in several Januarys, I set some goals for the year. I resolved to grow my bangs out (check with praise hands emoji), floss my teeth 5 times a week (hey, going from 2 times a year (i.e. the night before my semi-annual dentist appointment) to 4ish times a week is a success, right?), spend my commutes listening to audio books (gamechanger, y’all), and to read at least 22 books (check in large part thanks to the aforementioned audiobook resolution). Allison’s 2016 Book superlatives: Best nonfiction: The New Jim Crow – Michelle Alexander, Best novel: Homegoing – Yaa Gyasi, Best on Faith: Out of Sorts – Sarah Bessey, Best Audiobook reading: Americanah – Chimamanda Ngozi Andichie, Best Memoir – Between the World and Me – Ta-Nehisi Coates. Please nominate your best reads of 2016 as I am crafting my 2017 list now.

Goals that I did not quite hit were: make more lattes on weekends and blog about things other than cancer. Whoops. Perfection is overrated right?

For other highlights that weren’t necessarily on a goal list, please refer to my own personally curated #RealBest9 because no offense, your “likes” don’t determine what was the best about my year, I get to do that. (In order from left to right, top to bottom)


  1. I got back into the gym habit this year and fell in love with a few new workout classes.
  2. I read (sometimes with homemade lattes) more this year than in years past.
  3. We got a cat. I adore little Bluegrass Granger with my whole heart. Who am I?
  4. We sojourned to Asheville for a weekend and I fell in love with that little town.
  5. Adam kept healing. So much good news on the health front!
  6. Our little #CasaBuYARD veggie patch continues to be a source of joy (and produce).
  7. I had an incredible work year, brimming with learning, failing, and travels. I got to share about my work at a national conference in Pittsburgh, was accepted into a national fellowship and traveled to DC and Denver for that, and was able to go learn at a conference in Austin.
  8. We got to spend time with family and friends and enjoy it (and board games) thanks to good health.
  9. I love the 2 boys I get to do life with (yes, Bluegrass is a real boy).

Every year for the last few years, I’ve picked one word that will be the theme of my year. At the close of 2015, I was emerging out of the destruction of my husband’s cancer rubble and declared that 2016 would be a year of restoration. After over a year of watching my husband fight for his life and the months of recovery that followed, I was looking to 2016 to be a year of rebuilding after the wreckage. I knew (or I thought I knew) that life wouldn’t go back to just as it was before cancer, but I was hopeful that we could renovate the ruins and piece together some old and new into something that resembled the old life.

2016 was a year of restoration in many ways. In a lot of ways, a sense normalcy was restored to our home and schedule. Our days have been restored to routine things like working, exercising, cooking, cleaning, and doing yard work. And in some ways, my soul was restored. This was a very quiet, predictable, unhurried year. This year, I had the time and space for reflection, which was necessary. I was worn, ragged, and fragile and I needed a year to just be.

Last January, I wanted my life and soul to return back into something that resembled my picture of “normal”. I longed nostalgically for old routines, friendships, beliefs, and purpose. But nostalgia doesn’t operate well in present tense and it certainly doesn’t coexist with change. As it turns out, current me doesn’t actually want my mind, heart, and life to be restored to the old me.

This year, I’d rather have a remodel than a renovation.

I’m ready for 2017 to be fresh.

Fresh in expectations, relationships, beliefs, thinking, priorities, food… Lots and lots of fresh.

I’ve done enough fresh food kicks to know that fresh feels good, but fresh takes work. And so I will look expectantly, I will plan, and I will protect 2017.

3 thoughts on “One Word for 2017

  1. This is so perceptive: “As it turns out, current me doesn’t actually want my mind, heart, and life to be restored to the old me.”

    I don’t know about you, but sometimes this can feel painful for me, this realization, and sometimes it feels like halle-freakin-lujah. Depends on my resistance, probably, more than the circumstances.

    (I didn’t get this emailed to me, though I thought I was following your blog. Any guesses? I saw it on FB.)

    1. Liz, yes I have felt both pain and relief in this realization. I think I spent a lot of time last year mourning the “loss” but I’ve emerged to a place where the relief of owning the newness of me feels like freedom. Thanks for getting my feelings. As far as being subscribed to my blog… hmmmm… I don’t know why you wouldn’t have gotten the email. I’ll investigate.

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