According to Thy Word
My 2024 Word of the Year
As I write this, I can hear the lake crackling as ice forms and splits just outside. One of my goals this year (that I’m comfortable sharing) is to learn to love winter, and I’d give myself a pretty high grade so far. I’m all snuggled up under a thick red afghan in the coziest Northwoods cabin, savoring a hot cuppa coffee with wool socks pulled over my feet while my mom reads fairy tales to the girls and my dad watches an Iwo Jima documentary with my son. Krzys is coding, tucked into a corner on his laptop, and I’m admiring the light sweep of snow that’s dusted across the chairs on our back deck.
I love New Year’s, and substack has brought back so much of the online component I’ve always enjoyed about it. The wrap-ups! The goal lists! The words of the year! I’ll drink it all in, ruminating in the cliched feeling of a fresh beginning and a new leaf.