Not to be confused with Butter

Everyone else is doing it. You know. Choosing a word.

One word. The word. The one that will encompass all change.

I have never been able to pin my overwhelming need to change all things in my life to one word. That, in itself, would take a whole year.

Only this time it didn't.

It didn't happen on purpose. I have been thinking about how I wanted to improve myself this year...yes, I know you are shocked that I could improve on perfection...but it is true. I made a list in my head...it was pretty long, my friends. I noticed a theme.

Better.

No, not butter...though everything is better with butter...but no.  Better...as in be better.

Be a better wife. Be a better mother. Be a better follower. Be a better me.

Not perfect. I'm really not into trying to accomplish the impossible. I have tried that...you know like a clean house, a skinny body, and children with clean faces. Nope, perfect is out of my reach.

But I do know that I can be better. Every day I can be better than I was the day before. And if I get better each day, think how good I will be by the end of 2012.

Better for sure!

Bring on the butter....er...better....ahem....both!