At the start of this year, I declared that “grace” would be my word for 2017. Many people who know me well were surprised, assuming I’d pick a word like “hustle” instead.
But “grace” was my word for the year because I needed a reminder to be gentle with myself, to give myself a break and others the benefit of the doubt.
Sometimes gumption and grit aren’t enough. Sometimes you need grace.
And as I take a moment to look back at 2017 I need grace, indeed.
I need to be gentle with myself as I face the fact that I didn’t completely accomplish any of my major goals for the year.
I didn’t grow See Jane Write to 500 dues-paying members. I didn’t grow my blog traffic to an average of 100,000 monthly pageviews. I didn’t self-publish a book. I didn’t see my byline in one of my favorite national magazines. I didn’t participate in a women’s small group at church all year. In fact, I barely went to church at all. I didn’t take a real vacation with my husband. I didn’t lose 30 pounds.
But here’s what I did do:
