2018 Planning: Word of the Year

On Wanting More

The week between Christmas and New Year, when I don’t really know what day it is—and don’t really care—is kind of my favorite. It’s one of the least stressful weeks of the year. Projects have been put to bed. The stress of Christmassing is over. And the only thing in front of me is the prospect of a new start. 

Okay, resolution doubters, I know that you can make a new start at any time you choose. April fifth, super. October twenty-ninth, even better. But I personally love the sparkling season. When the air fairly shimmers with all our collective hopes and dreams. When the liminal space between old and new gets all the focus. It’s in this week anything can happen. 

Magic, right? 

The past few weeks I’ve been going over 2017–business gains and losses, personal successes and failures—and this morning I really sat down to do some major, strategic work to prep for the new year. It was hard! Frustrating, scary, and a little overwhelming. So I do what I always do when I’m stuck on a plot point: I take a magic shower. (Plus, now that I chopped it all off, I really needed to wash my hair.) 

I went in to my shower really excited about the word I’d picked for 2018: soar. I’d been noodling around with a bunch of ideas, and finally went back to the first world I’d written down. I liked the feel of the word. And I could totally get behind the meaning—that I wouldn’t just be rising higher and higher or merely flying.

It gets windy out in west Texas. Real windy. And every year as the Canadian geese make their pilgrimage down here, I watch them. And it looks exhausting, flying. Fighting against all that wind. Trying to keep up with the flock. Constantly flapping wings and making sure you’re holding your spot. 

Flying is the pits. 

But soaring suggests exhilaration. That you’re feeling the wind as you ride it up and up and up. That you’re not fighting the wind, you’re mastering it, rising above it! (And in fact, that’s exactly what the etymology of the word would have us feel. Soar comes from exaurure in the Latin. ex- meaning out of and aura, the air.)

To soar is a beautiful thing. 

Hopes soar. Your heart soars when your crush smiles at you in homeroom. To soar means you’re riding on infinite possibility. Who wouldn’t want to soar? 

But as I played around with the word—the sound of it—my brain soon changed it to...more.

Oh. Yes. There it is. That’s what I want. More

But that’s a terrifying statement to make, even alone in the shower. We are taught to not want more. That it’s rude. Unseemly. Not feminine. Greedy. Ungrateful. And the list goes on and on.

As someone firmly in “The Little Mermaid” generation, I know that wanting more isn’t all fun and games. Wanting more tests you. Makes you choose between impossible choices. Requires you to have courage, ingenuity, spirit, and drive. Wanting more sometimes means you end up in a land of strangers with no idea how to behave. Wanting more sometimes means you end up in the middle of a massive storm with creepy ghost ships swirling all around you. 

And wanting more sometimes means you find true love. 

In 2018, I want more. 

I want to give more. Live more. Do more. Be more. 

But I also want to say no more. 

I want to believe in myself more. I want to push myself outside of my comfort zone more. And, yeah, I want to make more money. 

I want to write more, read more, travel more, and do more of what makes me happy. 

Why soar when you can have more? 

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#5ForFriday: whoops edition

I was having such a gorgeous Friday, I forgot to hit publish on this blog post when I finished it yesterday. 

It's Friday! It's March! I blogged about the coming of spring yesterday and pretty much coughed rainbow glitter sprinkles on everyone. Today, I'm just as disgustingly happy. 

So it is without further ado that today's Five for Friday is... 

LEXI'S FAVORITE THINGS edition:

Money can't buy happiness. But sometimes it can buy some things that make us happy. Here's a quick rundown of what I am loving (and loving to share!) lately. 

More on the essential oil front, the ladies of HBICNation have adopted dōTERRA's MOTIVATE as our essential oil blend of choice.

I can't describe it. It's just magic. (Includes: Peppermint Plant, Clementine Peel, Coriander Seed, Basil Herb, Yuzu Peel, Melissa Leaf, Rosemary Leaf, Vanilla Bean.)

I've put a bunch on order, so if you'd like to try the gloriousness for yourself, email me...or another rep you love. <3

Aura Cacia Chakra Balancing Oil: whether you believe in the woowoo or not, this stuff smells fantabulous. I shared with my ladies at the #HBICRetreat2017 and we love it's subtle scent. And the power it brings. (Sing out, sisters!)

You can grab yours at Whole Foods, Sprouts, or Amazon. One bottle lasts forever, even if you use it incessantly. Ahem. 

I've been reading some nonfiction lately that I highly recommend. (I took an introductory course on Mindful Self-Compassion in January and have lots. of. thoughts.) I'd love for you to pick these books up so we can chat about them!! (I bet your library has them on Overdrive and in print. Get on the waiting list or grab your own copies.) 

And my final item of beauty for the day...my neighbor's Texas Redbud. It's mesmerizing...

I posted an InstaStories on it blowing in the breeze yesterday--it was magnificent.

Didn't see it? Don't miss another moment of AH hilarity (and fabulousness): make sure you follow me on INSTAGRAM and watch my stories. <3

 

Five for Friday: New Moon Edition

Could also be the new moon tonight and January is almost over (?!) edition.

Like, whoa. February is upon us. How did this happen?

Anyhoodle, I'm loving my new Friday master plan—because it really does feel like a grand architectural choice to take a day to especially enjoy all that surrounds one. I'd love to see you take it and make it your own. Use the hash #5ForFri on Twitter and Insta so I can seeeeeee what you're doing to ignore all the noise and seek beauty this year. 

Today's list without further ado:

1.  Read this rad article on The Quiet Revolution site and basically fist-pumped my way through it: http://www.quietrev.com/the-science-of-awe-and-why-it-matters-at-work/

2. Spent a delicious afternoon being hygge A. F. reading my RITA books all snuggled up in bed. Polishing off the remnants of the best dang snacks in all the land. 

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3. Related: was wearing my delightful HOT PINK leggings while lounging about...and then forgot to put on real pants when I went to grab lunch. (I like to think that brought some small measure of joy to someone out and about in Dallas.)

4. Also related: you know how I used to say you'd pry my leggings out of my cold, dead hands? Well… These majestic caftan thingies can't replace them, but they are going to be supplementing my cozy wardrobe. Just call me the modern Mrs. Roper.

5. Tonight I'm having a total girls night: crazy face mask (that turned my face tin man silver… Yeah… It was so fabulous!!!), deep conditioning my hair, and watching Dirty Dancing*. Gonna drink lots of water and say no to dessert...because I had a burrito the size of my face earlier. #balance

 

*Did you catch my post about the 30th anniversary of that piece of cinematic greatness? http://alexandrahaughton.com/blog/2017/1/26/dirty-dancing-thirty-years-later