You began as the end of the world. The notion of logic was turned upside down when everyone became interested in politics, but not for the right reasons. A code orange level of panic became disturbingly, strangely normal. But then you gave many of us a snow day or two. That part was all right.
You shattered my illusions of job security by upending the organization where I used to work. You disassembled the environment where I spent more of my years than I care to admit, where I found my voice, and where many chuckles, eye rolls, and homemade baked goodies (thanks again, Ilene!) were had with coworkers whose camaraderie I miss. I landed another job, fortunately, but it’s not the same. Also, I got a seat on the subway a couple of times and lots of decent chocolate; those parts were all right.
You disrupted the inexplicably incredible health of one of my favorite people in the world. Kinda hard to forgive you that one, 2017. Giving someone a death sentence is a pretty shady thing to do. (Find out what I’m talking about here.)
this ongoing struggle with health and mortality has reignited my belief in miracles
I continue to feel the power and resilience of the human spirit. My own priorities have become clearer. I humbly accept that it is okay to sacrifice some dreams, temporarily, so that other ones can come to fruition. I feel less guilt about needing to distance myself from negativity, even when it comes from others close to me. Also, many hugs, laughs, and good food were shared with family and friends. And, there was a happy abundance of superhero movies. Those last parts were all right.
in short, 2017, you kicked my ass.
I had to squint really hard to find your bright side. Yet, there is a proverb that says that it isn’t about how many times you fall, but whether or not you get back up. Well, I’m on the ground, doing that one-knee-down thing that superheroes do, when you just know that they are about to go into beast mode. And so, 2018, just know that I’m here to slay, bish!