Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.
I can’t remember where I first found that quote. And I searched for a good attribution but was sadly met with conflicting to little information.
But I love this quite. Probably because I get bent out of shape. And it’s tough to get straightened out again. Before something else comes along.
2014 was the year I realized us Bagley’s are made of teflon. We struggled through the year. But made it out on the other side. And our struggles were worth it. And all the hits we took along the way didn’t keep us down. We charged ahead.
But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t get weary. And totally bent out of shape. And I also realized that things don’t necessarily get easier. I just get used to it.
Dan and I laugh about whether that sentiment is depressing or freeing. I’m going with freeing.
So my word for this year is BEND.
Bend can seem like a submissive word. And in some ways I want it that way. I want to bend (or lean in as we say in our house) to things outside of my control, e.g. tantrums and parenting challenges that require me to change course. But bend can also mean to lean towards something, like a goal or intention. Bend, in the sense of flexibility, physically and mentally, which I think is always a good thing. We bend so we don’t break. Something wonderful could be around the bend.
Here’s to a bendy 2015.