Have you ever done a word of the year? A word that you choose to live by, and one that you spend the year focusing on?
I’ve never done one before and I know a lot of people like to use them in place of resolutions, but being that I’m the weirdo that likes resolutions and torturing myself on all the ways I can improve in the new year, I made some.
But I wanted to try something different this year, and come up with a focus word for 2018. Something I’m going to keep in the front of my mind as I go through a year of changes and growth.
There were several that came to mind, but I always kept coming back to fearless. Because the truth is, there are things happening this year that really scare the crap out of me, and instead of running from them because they are too intimidating, I’m choosing to face them, head on.
I’ve never been good with the unknown. If you followed me through infertility, you may have caught on to the fact that I hate the unknown. The unknown sucks and it causes all sorts of turmoil inside me and probably a big reason I’m in therapy.
Because I’m pushing myself to double my writing income
The last few years I’ve been comfortable in my writing. I made enough to supplement our income and the work was always consistent. But this year I’m branching out and it’s overwhelming.
I’m worried I’m not good enough. That I won’t make enough. These thoughts run through my head more often than I like to admit (because we are our own worst critic, right?) and it’s hard to tame them sometimes. I don’t expect to double my income right away, but hopefully, in the next six months, I will be there, more or less. There is a huge reason for all this added income.
Because of the whole second-baby thing
Where to begin with this? This whole topic can span multiple posts. In fact, it will. But the short of it is, we had a major financial setback, one that caused a stress I haven’t felt since we initially faced our infertility diagnosis. And the transfer we thought was happening somewhere-between-March-and-June-but-realistically-probably-June is going to be more like the end of 2018—if we’re lucky.
And I’m so thankful I’m in therapy and can talk about this, because I still don’t really know how to put my feelings into words over it. But right now, we are essentially starting from scratch in financing this next frozen embryo transfer and that’s pretty sucky coming from a family who is currently using their income to just live month by month.
How do you march headfirst into something so up in the air?
Are we going to be able to afford a transfer this year?
Will it even work?
What will happen then?
It’s hard to focus on the present. It’s hard to try to think everything will work out. That it will be OK. Because right now, it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it.
Did you pick a word of the year?
Have you ever thought about doing one?
Let me know in the comments!