“As this year comes to a close, all I hear anyone talk about is how grateful they are that such a snafu of a year is ending. After listening to this commotion, I myself began to start feeling that 2017 was indeed one of the worst years of my life …
I asked myself: how can I ensure that 2018 does not become such an awful year?”
via The Awful 2017 – Live with a Heart
(Oops, I tried to reblog this earlier but it went to my old site. Apologies if anyone followed a bad link to nowhere …)
It would be easy to throw a match and walk away while you burn. But I won’t do that. I know it wouldn’t be entirely fair. Yes, too much death and hardship. Too many challenges on the health front. Too many loved ones in peril. Too much bad behaviour, bad choices, bad situations. Too much instability. Too much violence. Too much hurt. And not everyone and everything made it to the end.
But there were some good things in there. Or things I’ll choose to remember and take some pleasure and/or pride in any way. Here goes – all of these things took some measure of courage and effort. Continue reading
I’m ahead of schedule. Very rarely do I get to write that!
This year felt too slow. And sometimes obstructive. But a benefit is that I’ve had plenty of cause to reflect and review and, for this reason, I have a better understanding of both ‘the year that was’ and ‘the next year I want’ than usual.
I’ve selected my ‘one word‘ for 2018. It’s much more deliberate than what happened this year, my xxxx year. Continue reading
A little while ago I was reflecting on this: This year of “xxxx”
And now I can see, as it turns out, it was the year of what’s been hidden. Which has been both a good and painful thing.
I’ll be choosing my words for 2018 with care…
[I’ve changed the title of this post. It seemed to be attracting some unusual traffic as it was.]
So far, this year (this year of “xxxxxx”) has been a doozy.
As I wrote in the post linked above, I have that superstitious leaning towards believing that what’s happening at midnight of a New Year will somehow describe (or determine) the coming year.
At the transition of 2016-2017 I was hearing fireworks. But not seeing them. Was that an important distinction? I do feel like this year so far has been a little explosive. I’ve tried some new things. Maybe there were some fireworks. Or maybe those fireworks were only in my mind’s eye/ear and otherwise not quite present. Like the fireworks I could hear but not see. Continue reading
As 2016 becomes 2017 I’m listening, for the first time, to Skeleton Tree by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. It’s dark, and lovely. I wonder if I could use the same words to describe 2016? Dark, certainly… Lovely, I’m not so sure, although there has certainly been a lot of good. Actually, if I really think about it and push back that dark curtain that is all of the deaths, cruelties and victories, there have been quite a few lovely moments. Overall, at least on a personal level, I think the good has outweighed the bad.
And so, the time to make resolutions or, as I did for this year, choose your ‘one word’ instead has come around again. In 2016 my word was shape-shifting. It turned out to be quite apt- I lost track of it a few times but, nonetheless, it seemed to lead the way. I moved house, city and job and there were quite a few occasions where I felt the need to become (or that I had already become) something less familiar.
This year I want both a word and some resolutions. I have a big year ahead, I think I’ll need both.
[The stroke of midnight fireworks must be about to happen here. I wonder if I’ll be able to see and hear them as I write?] Continue reading