I'm not sure how I feel about the current climate of '2016 was the worst year ever' / '2017 has GOT to be better!'. I find it a bit dispiriting. Not feeling sorry for myself here, it's just the way it goes. However, I honestly feel that I've had four or five years now of utter turmoil, intermittent disasters, unwanted change, diminishing returns and fruitless soul-searching - interspersed with moments of success and joy. I don't buy this idea that a good year must follow; it doesn't work like that. I also can't quite subscribe to 2016 being as bad as people made out - most of the people bitching about it have their health and a roof over their heads.
What I do know is that we can try to be good people and work hard, and make the year as good as we possibly can in our own way. I believe there is great comfort in managing to find a kind of happiness in the unhappiest times. You can find flashes of joy in the smallest and most unexpected places. This is what keeps us going.
Sermon over. In other news, here is What I Did In The Holidays:
- A lot of self-imposed solitude and writing.
- Fell in love with Rogue One.
- Stayed home alone and sober on New Years Eve, accidentally got falling-down-drunk on New Years Day.
- Went for a long country walk by myself, enjoyed it.
- Meant to read many books, read none.
- Cried over broken washing machine, got a new one, felt like a grown-up.
- Watched A LOT of 'Brooklyn 99' and 'Garfunkel and Oates'.
- Stayed in bed.