My word of the year is partnership. And like any good wordsmith I had already crafted some expectations around what that word would reveal. I’ve been dating after all and with the innumerable coffee encounters, bar food consumed, bocce balls thrown, I thought I would be basking in some kind of idealized relationship by now, or at least headed in that direction; cue Lionel Richie “Easy Like Sunday Mornings.”
I’m actually surprised by the smallness of my original conception of partnership; leaning back into my old way of life, each date, and they have all been nice guys, felt like a stale version of a story I had already experienced. After lobster quesadillas on Thursday, complete with some lively conversation and the promise that I would consider ice fishing as a possible second outing in the future, it finally dawned on me that my life, even in this arena, had completely, inexorably and unfathomably changed.
And there was no going back.
Because here’s the thing, partnership as defined/represented/conceived and birthed by me in 2016 is a much grander, more gregarious, glimmeringly gracious construct. It’s a big family, whoppingly wide, replete with all of my most audacious, wild and inspiring intentions. And it’s passionate and “champion-making” and full of the kind of beautiful tender-heartedness that I have come to embrace as a hallmark of what it is to be me.
I am my own partner and my best partner is me; unstoppable, overflowing, and so ready for everything that I have yet to create.
Stay tuned: I’m sensing a big, big, livebig kind of big, week. And I would love for all of you to be my partners.