One Word 2015: Best

Up until about 30 minutes ago, I had planned on re-using my 2014 word, Do. I didn't feel like I had given it my all and frankly, I hadn't received any inspiration on what I should do for 2015. As I am surrounded by the lists that I make every December 31, I am struck by what it boils down to - I want to try my best. Every year when I make all of my resolutions, it is as simple as that - doing what I know I should do, my best. A week ago, I ordered a necklace from Lisa Leonard that will be stamped with "Be Your Best", that has to be sign, right?

In order to be my best, I know that I must Do. Do all of those things I listed here: One Word 2014: Do. That includes being more faithful about writing on this blog. I took the month of December to think about it and I know that I am meant to write. I wouldn't have this dream in my heart to help people if that wasn't my purpose. So I will do my best to write more posts.

I'm still trying to figure out what Best means for 2015. I'm not 100% today, my nose is stuffed up, I have a cough that is coming from my toes, and I may have a fever of 102. But I wanted to get this down, to start the year right by doing my best from January 1 forward.

I can't wait to see what 2015 holds for me and the difference that trying my best will make on my life.

Happy New Year!

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