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New Year, New Word

After somewhat inadvertently choosing a big, strong, broad word last year, I was thinking something "nice" for this year. Flow came to mind initially, but that didn't seem quite right. Then it expanded into a river, burst through a dam, roared over a waterfall, and led me to torrent.

Torrent [noun] a strong and fast-moving stream of water or other liquid; [a] sudden and copious outpouring [of something] 

I did pause briefly, since it does tend to be a destructive word, but really I've been dismantling outgrown structures in my life of late and sometimes growth requires demolition first - so I went ahead with it. There aren't a lot of socially positive words to describe being in large amounts of water, but in this case I am the water (in a sense). 

So here's to a year of flowing freely, living undammed, and learning new ways to see things (my word invariably holds depths that I can't fathom when it first arrives). I will attempt to update more regularly than I did last year - I'm trying a new thing and not only have a shiny reminder to wear but also wrote it up for the vision board above my desk so I'll see it in bold black letters every time I sit down there.

Do you have a word or intention for the year?

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