2017 was not one, but a series of dumpster fires.
There. I’ve said it. We were all trying not to think it, but there it is.
And it’s that God’s-honest truth.
Please refrain from telling me to look on the bright side or find the silver lining or whatever else you want to say to me. Yes, I’m “being negative,” but I’m also being real.
2017. Was. A. Piece. Of. Shit.
#sorrynotsorry about the language here, folks, I’ve determined that it’s a valid usage.
You know I’m fucking right.
That’s not to say that there weren’t some great points there. I enjoyed myself on many days – particularly days when I just thought about my teensy, tiny little section of the world I live in with white privilege, a steady job, a more fun second job, some solid friends, and 3 of the cutest living beings on the planet.
There will always be good times even in the worst years. What was it that Dumbledore said?
We needed all the good times to help us make it through the rest of 2017.
Honestly, a year ago, I thought I was ready for the whatever 2017 brought us, even with the way the election went. I thought it couldn’t possibly throw me for loops that I was prepared to handle.
I know. So dumb.
Some of the worst things for me in 2017 were completely unanticipated. Others I was ready and waiting for, but they went SO MUCH WORSE than I thought they would because I overestimated either my influence over people or the idiocy of my fellow humans…even ones I like…or both.
I’m not wallowing, I promise. But after years of therapy, I know that one of the first steps to healing is acknowledging just how deep the wounds are – and 2017 definitely left us with a scar or two. Or, you know, 8.
I made sure to take care of them because the last thing we need is a dumpster fire that somehow makes its way into this fresh new year.
So in the first few days of 2018, I challenge you all to do what I did at midnight for New Year’s Eve, in three easy steps.
- Find your wounds.
- Recognize and acknowledge those hurts, maybe even name them if it’s appropriate. I wrote each one of mine on a piece of paper so that none of them were left lurking in the back corners or my mind.
- Let them go.
You’re welcome to do this as a meditative, peaceful, and completely internal process, I’m sure it will be successful. And I tend to do that more often than not with a cleansing blue light or a pink fluffy cloud…but for 2017, I felt the need to be a little more…tangible and dramatic about showing those hurts the door.
And let me just tell you, ladies and gents: it felt fucking fantastic.