Ever since January I have heard whispers all over the internet about a word for the year. An inspirational slice of vocabulary to get us through those proverbial dark days. A favourite this year seems to be ‘balance’; a word which I’ve heard a lot of on podcasts as of late. (I’m actually only just getting on the podcast bandwagon, If anyone has any great recommendations, please do share them with me in the comment section below.) And so, after months of tiptoeing around this motivational trend, In a huge insult to my rebellious teenage self who hated anything mainstream and thrived off of being different, I decided to finally find my own mantra.
As the indecisive (yet contrastingly compulsive) human that I am known to be, I had expected to spend hours thinking of a word; something to live by for the rest of 2016. I was actually rather looking forward to it, what with the various meetings at work coming up. It only took a second, however, for me to find the word that I have been searching for the last four months. It had been there all along it seems, dancing along the edges of my frontal lobe.
With low self esteem and sloth like tendencies I have sometimes been known to avoid or abandon projects which scare me. Not this year! This year I have decided that it’s high time I face my fears, to stand my ground in the face of obstacles. It’s time to become the adult I keep pretending to be.
Thats why, for 2016, I have chosen the word
Last week while on one of my travels, me and my friends decided to do a hike in an ancient forest on the remote island of Yakushima. Renae, a hiking fiend, decided we would do the green course; aka the hard one. Instantly my mind panicked and I felt defeated before I even got my feet moving. The further we walked the harder it got, with the floor growing slippery and the trees all around becoming necessary climbing tools. As someone who doesn’t really excel in anything physical beside getting into bed and lifting my hands to bring a slice of pizza closer to my face, the last uphill hurdle was almost more than I could bare. My arms burned and my legs screamed at me as I wrapped my hands around the trees pulling myself up and up. All I wanted to do was sit down and never get back up; I wanted to throw up. But thankfully, I have supportive friends who called me on, and with the sky coming into view I stood up and Persevered. I have never been so glad I did. My legs shook as I let out an exhausted ‘fuck’, collapsing to a sitting position. The sight before me was breathtaking. In an instant my exhaustion was forgotten as I sat looking out at a forest far below me from the pinnacle of a rock formation. I had pushed myself, survived and the reward was an unforgettable view; a moment I will remember forever.
With a handful of syllables and a sharp ‘V’ to ground it in place, ‘perseverance’ is the perfect mantra for this upcoming year. So heres to perseverance and that hoping saying it enough will get me through the days, weeks and months ahead of me.
I truly hope this post has got your own frontal lobes searching for a word; wading through the thoughts of everyday life until it finds the one for you. And for those of you have already adopted a maxim for the year, please share down below. I would love know what motivates you and why.