For the final prompt of the month-long challenge of #reverbbroads11: What is your “one word”? One word for this year, one word for next year.(from Amy)

I am excited to see 2011 go, not because it was a bad year, but because I really enjoy change. I enjoy new starts. My #oneword2011 was Next, and I truly feel like 2011 has been a year of nexts of which I took advantage. I am ready to call this year good and move on to new stuff. I like new stuff.

Perhaps I like the #oneword project because it allows me to pick a theme for the year, rather than specific resolutions. I like being open to what the year has in store for me.

For this year, I have chosen Push.

I want to push myself to do more good, to contribute more to my field, to sponsor more young professionals, to be more present with my family, to take advantage of more opportunities. I want to push myself to be more.

I also want to push others: to live their authentic lives, to trust themselves, to push themselves to be more of what they can be.

I want to push the conversation: around women leaders, around redefining girly, around student affairs, and around higher education.

I am also in the final push of my dissertation. This word seems more timely than ever.

So, here’s my Push into 2012.

I have set out a theme for each month of 2012 to push myself to be more mindful about my conversations in person and on social media. Modeled after Gretchen Rubin’s Happiness Project, I have chosen a theme for each month of areas on which I would like to focus.

January: Positivity
February: Love
March: Promote
April: Fun
May: Growth
June: Breathe
July: Celebrate
August: Explore
September: Learning
October: Facing Fear
November: Gratitude

December: Family

I am hoping you will push me along the way. What’s your #oneword2012?

A Huffy Dirt Bike and The Stomach Flu

#Reverbbroads11 prompt for Day 24: Name your top 5 best holiday gifts given or received. Who gave it to you? Who were you giving it to? Why was it memorable? (from Kassie)

Christmas of 1982 found me struck with the stomach flu. Not the happy holidays I was expecting. So with a mixing bowl and a cup of Vernor’s ginger ale by my side, I mustered through the excitement and gift opening of that day with several cousins, aunts, and uncles in our house.

That was the year that I received my pink, Huffy dirt bike. I have a picture of me in my nightgown standing next to the bike, looking greener than the Christmas tree. As sick as I was, I was still excited about that bike. I think my father was thankful I didn’t want a froo-froo, tassel covered bike. Pink was pretty standard for any girls’ item back then, but I loved it. It stayed out at our cabin for many years after I outgrew it – we jumped roots on the dirt roads out there for years to come.

As four other gifts I can remember, I’m at a loss. I don’t remember many gifts, given or received. I remember memories. I remember driving through the night from Soo, Michigan through Canada, to the Adirondacks in New York to be with the entire family at my grandparents’ home.

I remember our Christmas celebrations in New York being crashed regularly by college friends of my mom and aunts. I remember having our Peppler Christmas in the family lighthouse and daring each other to go up in tower  and face the risk of bats.

I remember my grandfather’s many slideshows of the various trips they went on.

Christmas should be fun, and all of my memories of it were definitely fun gifts.

Just Call Me Coach

#Reverbbroads11 prompt for today: If you could have any job, what would it be? Dana

Perhaps it’s not a surprise that I am a big hockey fan. Growing up in the U.P. of Michigan, we played hockey in our iced over alley. I went to LSSU‘s games every weekend, many of the college players were “foster kids” in our over Thanksgiving and other holidays. And I proudly wear my Yzerman hockey sweater during any Detroit Red Wings’ game.

I like hockey.

So, when I say that I would love to be a hockey coach, much of it comes from a love for the game.

However, my desire to be a coach is more than just an impulse (like screaming “pull the goalie!”). I love the strategy. Perhaps since my #1 strength is Strategic, I am fascinated by reading the other team and selecting plays. And with my #2 strength of Maximizer, I love finding the right people for the job, maximizing each one’s talents as part of the team.

I love hockey, but I love the idea of aiding a team in a win even more.