I don’t do resolutions. I barely do goals. I do set intentions, although I don’t have any specific ones for 2026 yet. And for several years, I’ve picked a word of the year that goes with my intentions.

This year, I haven’t had a clue what my word was going to be. Last year it was Rooted – meaning rooted in myself, not in externals or other people. I’ve made some progress with that this year, although of course the work is never done.

It is already the year of #MeFirst, at least in the sense of keeping my own well-being in mind. Although I feel like I should add a disclaimer – #MeFirst but harming none. Or something like that.

But I haven’t found my Word yet.

Today, my New Year got off to a wonderful start. I woke up to directions from my Sir. That awakened my whole body, and, to my delight, following his instructions led me to a lovely orgasm – first of the year. Like a gift for the new year. And even though he wasn’t physically here, I felt wrapped in his presence.

But somehow I slid from that warm welcome into an early post-holiday slump. It usually doesn’t hit me until a bit later in January. But here it is now.

Quite suddenly, I felt dreadfully trapped in my life, just about ready to gnaw my foot off if it would help me escape. Except, you know, there are people depending on me to be here, mostly my grandkids who would be impacted. I don’t want to blow up their lives.

When I think about things I can do to make change without destroying anything, I feel so overwhelmed I can barely move. There is so much that would need to be done, it feels impossible.

So I spent part of the day quietly moping (or maybe I was grieving the life I imagined I would have.)

And then I began to think about my word of the year.

Action. I need to focus on action.

I get lost in thinking about doing things – and planning. I love to plan. I’m really good at planning. Not so much at actually doing what I’ve planned.

I need to shift that this year. So maybe my word is Action.

Maybe it’s Movement. I like the sense of moving forward. It also encompasses moving my body, which I need to do more of.

It could be Initiative, but I don’t think that’s it. I don’t feel enough energy with initiative.

Action has lots of energy, whereas I feel like Movement goes a little bit slower. I don’t know which is better for me this year, or maybe there’s another word that reflects what I need even better. I’ll have to think about it.

And look – I managed to go from moping to planning! Without needing to take any action at all, I already feel better. Sigh. This is not actually good news.

But I’ll finish this post and go get the clean sheets out of the drier. Get the next load of laundry in the washer. Not exactly big accomplishments, but it is action.

And now in the evening, I can settle back into the memory of how the day began. Feeling the warmth and pleasure of Sir’s control… A wonderful beginning to 2026.