|Peacock--the symbol of 'joy' in India.|
This is my third year participating in One Word, an alternative to New Year's resolutions. I kept 2014's word thru 2015 mostly because 2013 was more than half gone when I signed up but also because I felt I still needed so much work on that issue. The same is true now so I was tempted to stick with 'joy' for another year. But I decided instead to find a word to focus on that contributes to or is a component of 'joy' for me. As of late last this week I'd narrowed it down to a handful of possibilities: accomplish, spontaneity, passion, breathe, belong and home.
While talking via vid chat with my husand the other day he asked if he could make a suggestion. There was a word, he said that fit the criteria of being a component/contributer to 'joy' in his opinion and it was something he wants to encourage me to include in my life plus it could be said to subsume all six of my possible words:
accomplish = move toward my goals
spontaneity = move on a whim
breathe = moving air in and out of my lungs via exercise or meditation
passion = the energizing emotion that 'moves' one to act on desires
belong = to acquire my longed for sense of 'belonging' requires me to move out of my comfort zone
home = to move back 'home' which is not a building but wherever my husband is and to live with him and be homemakers together again that is my top priority for the year as it has been for two years running.
I will be doing a followup post or posts to explain the meaninfulness of each of those six words. But one more thing I can say that is true of each of them (besides contribuing to 'joy' and involving some kind of movement) is that they each represent a particular challenge related to how the autism spectrum manifests in me.
My diagnosis in September has been both disconcerting and a relief. Why it was disconcerting is probably obvious--it would throw any fifty-something for a loop. But a relief? well after several months of reading, research and processing of information and emotions I realized that so many of my shortcomings are not character flaws, were never about will power. Many otheres were imaginary based on unrealistic images of unattainable perfection. And yet others were never shortcomings in the first place.
Now that I've had time to process the diagnosis I'm starting to sense a direction in which to move in order to accommodate this reality. I'm hoping that means I will be ready to blog more regulary again. And not just about autism/Aspberger's but about all the things I used to blog about: reading, writing, research, videos, music, fiber art, crafts, LOLs, ideas, spiritual path and Joy's story. And let's not forget words!
by Eli Gottlieb
I've not finished it yet so this is not a review and I'm adding this commentary as a post script to this post because of the 'First Book of the Year' meme at Sheila's Book Journey. A bit of a last minute thing as it isn't even still January 1st where Shelia lives.
I also added it to this post instead of in a separate post because images from the story kept intruding as I was writing about 'move' above. I realized that the narrator/protagonist in Best Boy, a man in his fifties who'd been committed to an institution at age 11 after his autism diagnosis, had been on the move from page one. He was moving both physically and emotionally, including in both cases outside his comfort zones. He was moving into new social circles and he even moved off the compound property (ran away) and walked the highways toward 'home' his single minded goal. The courage he exhibits through all this is amazing and something I aspire to.