In a lot of ways it was nice. I decided not to cook, do any housework, and only mess in the garden to keep the plants alive. It was an invitation to relax, and I did.
I started thinking about my life and all the blessings I have, but also realized how boring I've become. The word fear kept slapping me in the face trying to get me to pay attention to it. So I spent time trying to define it and resolved to concur it. I made a pact to find adventure again in my 33rd year. I was the girl, after all, that picked up and moved to Texas on a whim.
So, here's to adventure. I suppose this is what I had in my mind when I set my word of the year.