Last year, I discovered an awesome thing that writers and artists were doing — coming up with a word of the year that exemplified their goals and dreams for the coming twelve months. And, of course, I wanted to play along. Last year, my word of the year was WORD. I wanted to focus on the building blocks of things, the small and important elements that, when used well, make up the whole, become more than their parts. I’m not entirely sure I accomplished that, but I tried, at least. Life got in the way a little, as it is wont to do, but I do believe that having that intention out there in the world is a beneficial thing.
While reading some of the blogs I love, I was reminded that while I had some goals and resolutions, I didn’t yet have a word. This year, Sage Cohen’s word is GRACE. Ali Edwards‘ is LIGHT. I was at a loss. Doing the Pooh Bear, “thinkthinkthink.” And then, it came to me, out of nowhere, as many of the best inspirations do.
My word for this year?
Prime is an underused word, an almost forgotten word. It doesn’t sound pretty, not like DREAM or INSPIRE or LOVE. It doesn’t even have any round vowel sounds. In fact, it sounds a little harsh, a little prim, if you will. There’s a lot of “oo” or “you” sound. There is, however, a lot of “I” and “me” and “my” in a word like PRIME.
So why choose it? Partly, of course, because it is an underused, under-appreciated word — I have an affinity for that which is important but forgotten, beautiful but overlooked, archaic but still pertinent. But I also chose it for a number of other reasons. The year ends in a prime number (11 or two 1s, however you want to look at it). It’s the year I turn 39 (not a prime number, but all those threes certainly are, and next year I’ll be forty, which is about as non-prime of number as I can think of). I am (contrary to what others might say) entering the prime of my life, physically, mentally, career-wise, truth-wise.
And look at all of these meanings of the word PRIME:
- That which is first in quantity; the most excellent portion; the best part.
- Early, blooming, being in the first stage.
- Lecherous, lustful, lewd.
- The spring of life; youth; hence, full health, strength, or beauty; perfection.
- The time of maturity when power and vigor are greatest.
- To prepare; to make ready; to instruct beforehand; to post; to coach; as, to prime a witness; the boys are primed for mischief.
- To be renewed.
- The period of greatest prosperity or productivity.
- The earliest hours of the day; dawn.
- The first season of the year; spring.
- The age of ideal physical perfection and intellectual vigor.
Those are all things I hope for, aim for, live for. They’re the broken and beautiful combination that is me — striving for excellent and productivity while lazing about, beautiful in the lewd lust that is mine to claim, early blooming yet late in my life, beginning and budding and blossoming across all hours and days.
Prime slab of meat. Prime time. Prime of life. Prime the pump, baby. It’s a whole new, glorious dawn.
What will your word of the year be?
Kiss kiss, prime prime, s.
PS — Pretty priming the pump pix from this artist.