“New and improved.”
And my favorite: “makeover.” These are all phrases I love to hear this time of year.
In seventh grade I moved to a new city and a new school. I had a brilliant idea–a revelation, really.
I would be part of the popular group. The kids at this school didn’t know who I was or where I came from. I would make new friends and decide who I was going to become. I would decide my fate.
I don’t need to add that my idea was a failure and seventh grade was one lonely year.
In the truest sense, the only real makeover I ever had came in college from deciding to follow Jesus and he started to mend the bruised and broken places in my life. The hurts from wanting high school boys to like me. My pride and my desire to look sophisticated and worldly instead of naive. Concerns over money. And mostly, an overwhelming self-consciousness and fear about what other people thought of me. (Well, that’s a short list with many more not mentioned.)
One of my favorite parts of my daughter’s age right now is her complete lack of self-consciousness so she can say what she’s thinking and dance wherever we are. I hope she doesn’t lose that for long.
The pursuit to simplify our lives and home wasn’t so much an instant makeover but a commitment — a long series of choices to keep things on the small scale when everything around us keeps getting bigger. The quest to organize isn’t an end to itself, but a means to accomplish other, bigger, better goals.
When I look at this past year, I can see the fruits of what I’ve learned and those choices we’ve made. The word to describe this past year for me: Bold.
The word I think might describe this coming year: Adventure.