Taste

Thinking about a word for the year, has overtaken new year’s resolutions in January. I've done it for the last couple of years. It's cool to think about a single word that could be the big theme or something that anchors you back on a crap Tuesday in October. It's also intriguing to find out what your friends' words are. Because there's been so much heartache in 2019, the last thing I wanted to do, is think about a word for 2020. I thought, let's just ignore it this year.

I was sleeping when it came to me. I'm not the kind of person that remembers dreams (I'm definitely not the person that retells dreams as if they were real) so bear with me here… I had a really vivid one and couldn't forget it. In the dream someone was asking me, what's my word for 2020? Frustrated by the question, I ended up having an argument with God. I don't want a word I don't want any action or any command or any expectation on me in 2020. I'm just trying to get back on my feet and I'm trying to clear a lot of crap that's landed in my direction. I don't want to be in survival mode but I can't imagine a word requiring effort on my behalf.

In that back and forth with the Creator he drew a deep breath, "Taste and see that I'm good." And that's all he said. And to my surprise I saw those words really clearly in my mind's eye. And the one word that jumped out was taste. Just taste. Not go jump, not work, not hustle.

Simply taste and see what happens next.