The Year That Was Not So Great

In a normal year, I don’t personify the previous twelve months at the end. I don’t blame it or call it names. I don’t accuse it of wrong doing or malevolence. But 2016 was not a normal year. It was drunk and stupid and hated me.

That being said, I agree that it seems silly to blame a year for all of the ridiculous events that occurred during that given time period. I understand that it doesn’t make sense. After a while, however, throwing my hands up and sighing, “Oh, well,” just wasn’t enough. Blame needed be laid. I encourage you in joining me on placing it all firmly on the year that is about to end.

However, if we only blame 2016 for the loss of so many beloved and influential celebrities and artists, we deny the truth of our own aging. If we only blame 2016 for the election of an unqualified reality TV personality as President of the United States, we deny the truth of our own laziness and ignorance. If I only blame 2016 for the death of my 16 year-old cat, I am justified, God Damn It. I loved that cat. But I digress.

My point is we need more artists. My point is we need more patriots. My point is I miss my cat.

But really my point is I don’t know what to do about any of that. I mean, do you?

I have spent way too much time this year on things I can’t change, on people I can’t change, on ideas that aren’t worth my time. I spent exactly the right of time on my cat, though. Ok, maybe not enough, but I tried. Dammit I tried.

Next year will be different.

Good people exist; I will find them. Good ideas are there; I will promote them. I will encourage art, support art, make art. I will show my children how to be compassionate and caring and how to use their power for good.

I will love the cat I still have.

And I will do laundry, of course. I always have to do laundry. I just have to accept that. Sure, I could let someone else in the house do it, but will my husband know which pants can’t go in the dryer? Not likely. But I digress.

My point is I’m going to focus on what I can do in 2017, not what I can’t do. And I’ll probably drink a little, too.