Less is One Word

Tap, tap.

Is this thing on?

(Insert screech of feedback. I’m standing too close. Squinting and backing up now.)

I’m 31 years old. I think myself tech-savvy because I can navigate my iPhone with equal to slightly greater ease than that of my three-year old. But this “starting a blog” thing, I tell you what. WordPress makes it easy enough for a child, and I was still sweating. It took everything within me not to call my favorite web-designer turned pastor, Brad Ruggles, and tell him that building the Kingdom of God surely includes building his friend a blog.

But no. I banged out this poor to low-average baby all by myself. I hate to brag.

Why? Why would I go through the almost no trouble it took to begin a blog? Why would I sacrifice those 6 minutes of my life I’ll never get back?

A few reasons. I need to write. I’m not convinced that anyone actually needs to READ what I write, but on the extremely small off-chance that someone, even just one, does, I’ve decided to write in blog format, as opposed to private-journal-by-my-bed format or, let’s be honest, just-in-my-head-as-I-fold-clothes format. It’s good for me. Those run on sentences, the creative grammatical liberties I take, they speak to me, soothe my soul.

You are welcome to join me here. You are welcome to listen in.

Also? I have something to write about, a purpose. You weren’t expecting that, were you? Full of surprises, am I. Here it is: Recently I’ve noticed a trend away from “New Year’s Resolution’s” to my generation’s version:  just ‘One Word’ for the New Year. Maybe we can’t be bothered with a whole resolution when we are used to limiting our thoughts and sentences and stories to 140 characters or less. Maybe we would rather a theme than a resolve, as commitment is not my fellow millennial’s strong suit. But I like it. One word. So much more manageable.

So for the past few years, I’ve chosen a word. Last year my word was:________. I don’t remember. So, it goes without saying, the practice has made a huge impact on my life. Why wouldn’t I participate in the exercise again this year? With that kind of total life transformation already in the bag, my word for 2014 is ‘less’.


It does not escape me, dear reader, that such a theme can/should also apply to verbiage, so I’ll leave you with that thought for now. I will elaborate in the coming few days. And I will begin Saturday, February 1, 2014.

In the meantime, I’m going to see if one can, oh, I don’t know, insert pictures in this bad boy blog machine.  Change the font, the background, even. Might as well go crazy.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Katie says:

    I love you and that you are brave enough to do what your heart has been telling you to do for so long. I will read every word, hearing your voice as the words sink in to my brain. You are inspiring Laura Carney. I can’t begin to describe how blessed I feel to have met you in the park that August day. Keep on keeping on warrior mama.

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