I’ve focused a lot of energy, of late, on a return to my old self. It’s how I marked the days during radiation and chemotherapy. But what if I never feel the way I did the months, weeks, days, seconds keading up to my cancer diagnosis? What if my wellness journey means a new and different me? What if some of the things I used to love don’t move me so much anymore, but are replaced with new things to love and feel gratitude for? I had to ask myself these questions when considering my word for 2018. What word do I want to speak over my life for the coming year? I want to be well. I want to be strong. But I want the regeneration of my cells to come back not just as they were, but stronger and more resilient. I want ro be made anew. That means I have to be open to change and looking toward the unexpected. I think I am.