This is a word I have found myself returning to again and again lately.
It works for my teaching life: I want to nudge the writers and readers in my classroom forward. I don’t want to drag or push them. Nudging almost denotes a sense of invitation—a sort of encouragement and inspiration to do better, to be better.
It works for my writing life: I want to nudge myself forward into uncharted writing territories this year. I am ready.
It works for my personal life: I want to nudge my loved ones to work towards their dreams. To do more than just accept the world as it is, to be more than complacent. I want to nudge myself to make time, to prioritize, to move closer towards what I want in life.
It works for my life: I want to be open to the nudges I receive from those who care about me and who see possibilities for me that I may not be receptive to myself. I want to notice when I am being nudged by the universe. I want to respond to those nudges for they might be just the push I need to engage with my life—to really LIVE this year.