New year, new opportunities. The clean calendar. A fresh start. The time to reflect, react, respond and make plans. As noted in my last blog entry, it’s a time of transition in my life. That “open door” is wide open and I’m looking to fill that empty nest (no, not adding children, though the conversation about dogs comes up often).
In my planning process, there are vision boards and lists. There’s the calendar and ideas that swirl about commitments that may, could, and should be made.
Over the years, I’ve been a fan of vision boards. As a family, we’d sit, each with a large piece of poster board and art materials a plenty. I love that everyone – my husband and daughter included – were always “in” when it came to this yearly ritual. Of course, there’d be the sharing process – that outward sharing, the public commitment that “YES, this year I will do these things.” The vision boards would go to our respective spaces.
For me, my cozy home office. My husband, his wood studio which also serves as his man cave. And, our daughter, to the bulletin board in her bedroom. And there these boards of good intentions would hang. At the end of the calendar year, the reflection on my board would be met with smirks, smiles and some disappointment as I realized time had passed and many good intentions remained vs. actions completed. I remind myself, “baby steps forward” are still forward motion. As we all know and my vision board reminded me, life sometimes gets in the way of “living.”
So, this year…2026, I’m leaving the vision board behind. I’m subscribing to the “word of the year” fad. And this year, I’m leaning into TEXTURE. Yes, not texture in my outfits, or in my home decor, but texture in my life.
I’m leaning into a life to be designed with moments.
I’m curating experiences that complement the many blessings I have.
I’m stretching myself to open that door a bit wider.
And, I’m paying attention to this journey by making it visible.
Yes, it’s visible because I just put it out there to all of you.
It’s also the massive word displayed on the chalk board wall in my kitchen. Like the bright lights on Broadway, my “artistic” hand has written the word TEXTURE.
Beside the word, I’ve started with numbers and I intend to go all the way to 52, a number for each week of the year. And by each number, I will reflect weekly the “texture” – the new experience, the way I stretched, a new commitment or connection…
Let’s go 2026. As an adult, it’s easy to fall into complacency vs. move forward with intention and, in my case, just a little more TEXTURE to each day I’m given to be part of this beautiful world.
Happy New Year friends. May your days be textured too.
