Hey there friends!
Today is Make up Monday! Now, you may be asking, “Ashley, what is this ‘Make up Monday?'” Well, valued reader, Make up Monday is a day where I post the Word of the Week from Last Wednesday because I realized it never posted. So, I am ‘making up’ for the missed Word of the Week Wednesday due to internet malfunction! So let’s take a look:
Word of the Week Wednesday 2/8/16
Today follows a very special time of my YAGM year. Last Saturday was the halfway point of our year here. My Cambodian cohort has reacted in different ways, and I do not think there is any one way to react to this realization. I wrote more about my feelings concerning this moment in time on my other blog, Basically Bowdacious, if you would like to hear more. For now, let us look at our word of the week:
Part of Speech: Verb
Pronunciation: rng-chaam, or just chaam
Definition: To wait
This seemed like a fitting word for this week for a few reasons. First, the definition. In our lives, we often tend to wait for the next ‘big thing’ to come. A wedding, a vacation, Friday. My worry now is that I could start to say the same thing about my year here, and take for granted the amazing things that I do not need to wait for. It would not be difficult for me to begin focusing on my next big life step, and live as if I am waiting for that to come. And I do not want that. I want to be here, every day, for the precious time I have left. Rather than focus on what is next, I can live into now.
The other reason I chose this word is because it is actually longer than what is normally said. When using it in conversations, the “rng” part disappears and “chaam” is only said. This year seems a lot like that sometimes. Being halfway through, I think about the in-explainable, the minute, the momentary times that will never be said allowed. Not because they are bad, or unimportant, but because they are part of my year meant just for me. They are the parts where I question myself, seek new things in the world, wish a moment would last longer, or need to stop and think. These times are not any less a part of my year than the ones I write about here or in my other blog, but they are not said allowed. My journey here is the whole word, but I know that the stories can really only say chaam.
P.s. Thanks for your grace on this Make Up Monday- See you on Wednesday!