I have to admit, 2016 was not my year. Not in any way, shape, or form. I spent the majority of the year battling major depression, which is annoying, to say the least. However crappy 2016 was, I learned a lot about myself.
Something I knew, but didn’t understand at all well, is that I am an empath. So what, right? Well it means many things, but most of what it means is that my feelings, my inner being, are heavily impacted by those around me. And I have been terrible at constructing appropriate barriers between myself and the rest of the world. It’s been problematic, to say the least.
Which brings me to 2017… trying to do right by myself, and right by the people with whom I share my life. Unfortunately, we, as a country, elected a person of zero common sense (I know, it isn’t actually common) and he is frantically trying to revert our nation to medieval European status. Times were tough back then, from what I hear. Although, one might argue that that may have been the last time “America” was truly great. Of course, wars between the multitudinous tribes weren’t great, but the land was largely unspoiled, and people who lived here used their resources carefully.
That’s what I am trying to do—use my resources carefully. Which means as much as I am with the millions who marched, crowds of that size are not my cup of tea. More likely an all-out anxiety attack. So I don’t go there. It’s also, other than my comments above, why you won’t find me discussing the latest outrage perpetrated by the above-mentioned individual. I can’t spend that much my of my time incensed or crying (I cry when angry). It’s also why I should avoid overly complex and touching movies—Moonlight being the latest such film to rip my heart out and stomp on it.
I also learned that tenacity has its value. I don’t give up, and I won’t give up. So bring it, 2017, I will find my silver lining. And I plan to get back to Maui whenever the opportunity arises. My other foot needs a shark.