I almost titled this blog One “F”-ing Year — really.
When I told my boyfriend this title he wrinkled up his nose and said: “isn’t that kind of negative?”
Which is exactly why I didn’t use it. I thought it might be too dreary, too much of a downer.
And this year is supposed to be an upper.
The reason I almost used the “F”-ing title is because I have become obsessed with F-words. Not “THE” F-word which I have to admit when used appropriately is very powerful.
Actually, I am obsessed with these very powerful F-words:
And then there are The Big Five:
I have a developing hypothesis: (I am still working out the details so bare with me here) I think all my purchases really revolve around The Big Five. My reptilian brain lives to please, avoid, attract or placate The Big Five.
My shopping, my activities, my energy level, all listen to The Big Five. As well as what I choose to eat, wear, do, see, believe, and sometimes disregard.
The challenge: how to honor The Big Five and still listen my own heart, head, body and soul.
I’ll write more about this as the year evolves and my hypothesis, no doubt, will too.
And… please tell me: Am I missing an F-word on my list?