I spent a good deal of yesterday mulling over my word for 2016. It’s like choosing a novel title: I don’t feel I can really write the novel until I have the title, and I don’t feel I can officially start the new year if I don’t have the word to symbolize it. I’ve had various words over the years – now, aspire, cultivate. Each has given me something to focus on, something to work at, but this year, my word wasn’t coming to me. Then I ran across something Hemingway said.
‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man, true nobility is being superior to your former self.’
Superior to your former self. Better. It’s an unassuming word, but it means so much. I can be better than who I was a year or five minutes ago. If I fail, I can do better next time. If I succeed, I can do better next time. I can constantly try to be better than myself. It’s such a small thing, and such a vast thing.
And so, I found my word for 2016.
Because it’s always there to strive for.