My childhood resolutions were specific (“will stop biting nails”), lofty (“immediately”) and doomed to failure – I bit my nails well into my twenties.

That was about the same time I stopped making resolutions at all.

And yet, it is magical sitting in that space between a year ending and the next one properly beginning and dreaming a little. Hoping a little, or a lot. Making some decisions, some plans, some lists.

I’ve made no resolutions, but I have a word. Faith.

Because this year, more than I ever wanted completed homework, or beautiful fingernails or a tidy bedroom, I want to be guided by faith in the fact that I am enough. And that happiness lies in controlling less, trusting more, surrendering a lot and living in my own, fortunate present.

In 2013, this is my dream, my work, my intention, my hope.

PS. I used Susannah Conway’s very thorough Unravelling The Year Ahead workbook to set my intentions for this year. I’d love to hear your word!

PPS. My subtle attempts to get my love to set intentions with me (subtle because this “hippie stuff” is not his way, and that’s ok) had mixed results. His word is awesome, which, if I think about it, is a pretty good word too.