About eleven months ago, I went out on a limb and chose “fun” as my word of the year for 2017. My networking group and others were very into the trend of choosing one word to guide the year, and I hopped on board, unsure of what it would bring. Could I stick to this word all year? Did it matter at all?
“Fun” seemed like a strange choice at the time, given that many people around me were choosing adjectives that most applied to working hard, being dutiful to health, etc. At the time, I questioned my choice, but I knew deep down I needed a year of fun. I had been a mother to young children for six-plus years already and had built a successful freelance business during that time. We had moved into an old house that required (unofficially designated) years of “save,” “clean,” “repair,” and “replace.”
The year of fun became almost like the year of saying “yes.” Less fretting over the budget and saving (a natural tendency) and more focus on planning fun trips, purchasing show tickets, hosting parties, and more. We did less to the house this year (though a few things insisted we pay attention to them, much to my dismay). We spent more time together as a family in hotel rooms, rental cars, and restaurants.
My year of fun included:
- An ambitious Pacific Northwest trip with my family that included Seattle, Portland, and my West Coast family.
- A trip to New York City to celebrate Steve’s birthday in February, including tickets to the School of Rock Broadway show.
- A brief winter getaway with girlfriends to Walt Disney World.
- A visit to New York City with my daughter and her friend on an impromptu Girl Scout trip.
- A camping trip with friends in Maryland.
- A trip to Ithaca, New York, with my family for my October birthday.
- An upcoming trip to New York City to see a holiday show.
- A family trip to Disney World in 2018 that I planned as part of the year of fun.
- Tickets to lots of local performances all year long.
- Membership to a local pool.
- Lots of activities outside the usual budget for my kids–saying yes to pretty much any idea they proposed.
Obviously, one can’t have a year devoted to fun every year–it would be impossible to fund these types of years annually. But the experience of letting go of my hesitation to spend and conserve really was life changing for me. I am especially grateful that I did this during a year when my kids are young but mature enough to enjoy the ride along with me. Hoping the year of fun can continue on a smaller level in future years.
So now I am left to choose a word for 2018. I have to admit that nothing can top the year of fun, but I hope I can come up with something equally meaningful and apt for next year. I highly recommend you try this simple way of making resolutions.