yes.

A few of my favorite past words of the year. I like to write them sometimes as reminders, as prayers. They help me remember that I’ve been on this path all along.

(Sometimes I forget. {Maybe you forget, too.} But then I remember. I’m always beginning again. Yes. Yes. Yes. And that is a beautiful gift - the gift of knowing I can just take a deep breath and then the next step and begin again.)

My word this year is “yes.” It’s March and I’m wondering what I was thinking some days. And others, “yes” finds me like a prayer, like an old friend, like a trusted companion who deeply gets me.