I’m a little late to the #Reverb10 game, but I was out of the country (a phrase I use whenever I can because I love the way it sounds, even though I know it’s incredibly pretentious, but worth it because it brings back all the lovely memories that come with the fact that I was, in fact, out of the country).
The idea is to respond to a prompt each day in December with a notion to reflect on the past year, so, if that’s something that strikes your fancy, visit the site to join in! I’ll be combining some days until I get caught up, but I think the first prompt warranted its very own post.
Dec. 1: One Word: Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word. Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?
It’s been a year in which I’ve pushed myself beyond my comfort zones.
I embarked on a health & fitness journey which, by definition, does just that. I’ve reached levels of strength and coordination I never thought possible, despite my history as an athlete. I’ve begun to get comfortable in my own skin, and while that aspect of the journey may end up being the most difficult, it’s at least begun.
I wrote directed a short film, which, even though simple by design and in the final product, had some ambitious elements. I also put the film out there for people to see, and I hosted a screening of it for family and friends. And for anyone who’s ever shared something they’ve created, you know how scary that can be.
I took my youngest sister to a foreign country I’d never visited, and to another I hadn’t visited in a decade. I flirted (albeit briefly) with a Frenchman. I conquered the Underground and, eventually, le Métro. I declared that it is traditional to, at least once a day, embark in the wrong direction when trying to find your way to any given landmark.
I discovered hot yoga, tried it on a whim, and fell in love with it. Somewhere along the lines, I stopped feeling like someone who wasn’t really meant to be there but was giving it a go anyway. Somehow, I became aspirational for beginners in the class.
And then I returned to London, on my own, as a gift to myself for my golden (and 28th) birthday. I met a friend from Twitter for the first time. I navigated almost completely without the use of the guidebook to which my nose had been glued on the first trip. I did foolish things with enthusiasm. I wore magenta tights. I received kindness (and a few hugs) from someone I admire, despite my being a bit of a kook, and because of that graciousness, I owned my kookiness perhaps more than I ever have.
And so, in 2010, it appears that I have reinvented myself as someone who puts herself out there, even if it’s uncomfortable, or risky, or requires me to be more adventurous than I feel. I’ve let go of my ego as much as I can and given myself permission to appear silly or foolish, because, in the end, if it creates a story worth telling — one that can make someone smile or laugh or think — then it’s worth it.
In 2011, my word to be MANIFEST, as a representation of my collaboration with the universe to make the things I’m meant to do or be or create happen.