Don’t talk to me about doing things on time. I haven’t updated this blog for a month and I’d like to pretend that it’s been intentional, but really time has just gotten away from me. It’s been doing that a lot lately.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, or because I’m a bit more used to the world, but this year has flown by like a bank robber in a getaway car; except that I did not get all the money I would have liked. Instead, what I got was all my optimistic expectations thrown out of the window; such as:
Even-numbered years are always good years for me”
I’ll be better at relationships this year”
everything will come up springtime and roses for me”.
Everything has not come up springtime and roses. In the blink of an eye during springtime, we lefties got shirked and it felt to me like the whole world had visited hell and decided to reside there for a while. Brexit happened, and then Trump happened, and I never did get that book published or finally get round to believing in love again. And the world basically turned to shit.
Who knew this would be the year of challenging ourselves, facing our darkest fears, changing plans and directions and seeing who we really were? Not me, that’s who.
None of this explains why it’s taken me so long to post something on here, only that 2016 has changed me guys, and I’m a little afraid of the uncertainty and unpredictability that 2017 will surely bring. But I’m not hiding from it anymore, so thanks 2016 for making me brave and showing me that even when an entire population seems to have lost its damn mind, the world keeps on turning and we (the hopeful and afraid) can keep going with it.
I’ve been writing, but not on my blog. Perhaps I became tired of self-reflecting in a kind of loop of no recovery; who knows. But the break has solidified the plans I do have for 2017, the ones that I hope will happen but that I have a limited amount of control over.
So here’s to 2016 in a really backwards kind of way, and to Time, for being both fickle and consistent in how much you remind me of my own mortality.
Here’s hoping December doesn’t leave us all in ruins. JK JK; that ship sailed some time ago.
*Shouts “IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD”, runs outside naked and flips off passing cars.*
*I didn’t really do this by the way, I just like the imagery. It’s obviously too cold for a naked street run.
Image credit: Hour Glass by James Cottell from the Noun Project