end – noun | \ˈend\
: a point that marks the limit of something : the point at which something no longer continues to happen or exist
: the last part of a story, movie, song, etc.
: the part at the edge or limit of an area
Somehow, this fall has turned into a season of beginnings for me. I didn’t know this summer — when I journaled and prayed and talked to my husband and began asking around — that my struggle with loneliness in working at home would lead to a new office and a new business venture. I didn’t realize when a large project was rejected this summer that it would mean I would begin writing something new. And I certainly didn’t know I’d take on a whole new genre, like writing 50,000 words of fiction during National Novel Writing Month (which started yesterday).
Of course I also started a new hobby: sewing. And began watching a new series on television: This Is Us. This week, I have decided to try several new recipes, including Monday night’s relative flop: sweet potato/garbanzo bean salad.
But just as I wrote a few weeks ago: I’m filled up with the excitement of new beginnings at the same time I’m a little deflated by the loss of endings. In some cases, the beginnings came first. I began working in my new office which meant an end to working at home. In other instances, the endings came first: like the book proposal rejection that sent me writing in a new direction.
And now, another ending without yet knowing the beginning it will birth: I have come to the end of My Word of the Week posts.
Since 2013, I have been writing almost weekly about one word that represents what’s going on in my life. This fall, I published a collection of those short essays, a collection that spoke volumes about my life and all that was happening during that first year of keeping track. I also took this project to social media, and for more than a year now, I’ve been asking you and others to share your #wordoftheweek. It’s been life giving to me in so many ways.
But it’s also a project that has now run its course. I’ll be sad to see it go. And I may still do some version of the project over on Facebook. But this will be the last Word of the Week post here. It’s time.
This isn’t the end of blogging, however. In fact, that may be part of the reason this one project must end. Because there are more beginnings yet to happen, including the writing I will be doing at my website and beyond. I’m exploring all the new directions I might take, weighing each one carefully.
So, my word for this week is end. And a good ending it is.
What’s YOUR word of the week? Drop it into the comments section, or share it on this week’s Facebook post. If you post about your word on your blog, please slip the link into a comment below so I can stop by and join you.
~ One word a week for one year; one life changed forever. ~
My Year in Words walks through a year in the life of author Charity Singleton Craig as she reflected on one word each week.
“It seemed like such an ordinary year at the time. If I hadn’t been recording it along the way, we might have missed it. My Year in Words is significant because I paid attention, I kept track, and I wrote it down.”