One word: Brave

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The start of the new year came about in a gentle and welcoming way for us: eating fondue with new friends, flowing champagne, sleeping late and a lazy day in pyjamas.

So this morning, this first Monday morning of the year, I sit down to my long to-do list and my varied list of goals and hopes and dreams for the year, and feel ready.

Ready but a little overwhelmed. There’s so much I want to do, to be, to achieve this year. Good goals and mostly achievable, but it’s going to take effort andĀ perseveranceĀ and discipline to reach where I want to be by new years eve next year.

And courage, a lot of courage. Because as I glance down this list, so many of the lines are new to me. And newness requires stepping out of my comfort zone and attempting something that I have never done before. And there is the possibility of failure. That is probably what scares me the most.

But I do not have a spirit of fear, but one of power, love and a strong mind. And that spirit is whispering, you can do this.

So I am choosing one word to be my mantra for the year, to be my calling, my hope, my kick up the butt.

This year I will be brave.