Remember when I said last year that I was exhausted? When I asked, “Aren’t we ALL exhausted, and ready for a nap?” 2016 did that. It was a hell of a year, but 2017 somehow showed. it. up! Honestly. 2017 hurt our country, hurt the world, but we fought back. A dictator potato took office; Nazis became in-vogue (honestly, wtf); hurricanes Harvey, Irma, and Maria decimated coasts; the Vegas shooting left us speechless. Abusers surfaced absolutely everywhere. Taxes, healthcare, and educational reform took a hit.
But women marched. Women spoke up. Women said, “Me too.” People of color finally got some recognition for the work they’re always doing and that they pursue tirelessly, thanklessly. People came together to help in ways I’ve never seen, especially here in Texas for hurricane relief. My heart swells just thinking about it. 2017 may have been one of the hardest years for headlines, but I go to sleep at night hoping that some part of our country is closer and stronger than its ever been. It’s strange being alive now, knowing every single day is making history. Big history, I mean; the kind that people will be studying years after we’re all dead. Big year, 2017.
In my small little world, 2017 was a colorful, magical year. I traveled more than I have in my whole life: back to Italy, alone, after five years away; to the mountains in Colorado, to visit my best friend; to the coast, to the trees in Oregon. I spent the year falling deeper in love with my person. Learning to love in a way that places communication and honesty and laughter as the core values of a relationship. I started a new phase of my career this year, which scares/d the hell out of me. I learned to skateboard and fell down a lot. My apartment was broken into, and I had to rebuild. I made a new family. I lost touch with some friends to take care of myself instead. 2017 was a year of risks and rewards.
I’m trying to imagine 2018 as a green year—seeds, sprouts, growth. Going back to the basics. I’d like to spend more time building sustainable routines that will benefit me for years to come: better sleeping/eating; a more diverse toolbox of ways to combat my anxiety; quieter hobbies like knitting and embroidery. This year I want to spend less time making noise and more time making quiet. Taking care of myself and putting in the work. Growing. Thriving.