All I’ve heard over the past year is about ‘ The Curse of 2016’.
From the minute that the general world population was shocked by the death of music icon, David Bowie, back in January, which was closely followed by the passing of Alan Rickman, it seemed very much like it was going to be a long and rather hard 12 months. A few months later Prince died and the world truly lost its shit. And it just descended from there.
Along with the horrendous refugee crisis; the war in Syria; the worryingly odd reports from North Korea, and the general nightmare that seemed to have unleashed itself on so many millions of people, we had the added bonus of rounding off the year knowing that Donald Trump would soon become the President of the United States.
2016 was SO bad that people actually voted to put a racist, sexist, xenophobic, internet troll with zero political knowledge into one of the highest offices in the world. Between the collective gasps of sheer disbelief, some of us laughed like hell until it struck us that, although he won’t be in charge of OUR country, it is inevitable that his eventual reign will have consequences for us all.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot over the last few days and made the comment to my family over Christmas that 2016 had truly been awful. And then I actually thought about the year in MY life, as opposed to someone else’s, and discovered that it really hadn’t been.
In early January, me and Les moved into our beautiful old farmhouse, with an acre of land, in the middle of the countryside and I finally had the chance to blast my music as loud as I wanted without anyone but the local sheep being able to hear it. On 29th February 2016, I proposed to Les in the finest Leap Year tradition and shocked him into being so speechless that he clearly lost the ability to say ‘OHMYGODNO!!’ and therefore said yes.
We got married in Santa Fe in September; took trips to Devon, Pisa, Florence and Barcelona, as well as a Honeymoon road tripping through the South Western US. I struggled with my health for the entire year, but it didn’t stop me from starting my first paid writing job back in October and then being offered a second writing position in December, which had been a life long ambition.
When I look back on the year it hits me that I’ve actually achieved a lot.
For reasons linked to my health issues and my on-going battle with depression, it often doesn’t feel like it and I struggle to give myself a break and pat myself on the back for the things I’ve managed to get through DESPITE the fact that I’ve pretty much felt like Hell for the best part of the last 12 months.
As always, I look ahead with some trepidation concerning my physical, as well as my mental, health and hope that 2017 can be another step forward. It remains to be seen whether this will actually be the case, but here’s hoping things will continue to improve.
As long as I keep taking the meds, what could possibly go wrong? Oh, and if someone could pop round to Stephen Fry’s house and hold him under armed guard until next December, that’d be just grand.
Have a very Happy New Year and I hope that 2017 is all you want it to be.