My One Word for 2017 is AISLING. That’s Irish for dream or vision. Pronounced Ash-ling, by the way. It came to me during a really rough patch and I dismissed it as lame because, well, really, how can embracing dreaming be a life-changing One Word? More like a fluffly cop-out. At least, that’s what I thought at first. Until I realized I’d stopped dreaming. And not just new dreams, but I’d given up on the old ones too. And that left me mired in a gnarly reality with no where to go. Sounds depressing, right?
Well it was. Because somehow, I’d allowed my chronic pain condition to take over my whole life. I was micro-focusing on the present — not looking beyond the next hour. I was in survival mode, content to claw my way through the day until I could go to bed and get a few hours of sweet relief while I slept. So, basically, I was living to sleep. Period. And that scared me.
So when I started praying about my One Word and ‘dream’ kept coming to mind even though I kept dismissing it, I realized that God was telling me something. I needed to take my dreams back. Sure, with my new limitations those dreams need to be modified in order to be realistic, but that doesn’t mean they are impossible. Just different. And that’s okay, because for the first time in quite a while I’m looking up instead of down and enjoying the scenery along the way!