2016: move along
As we crawl towards 2017, full of slightly stale mince pies and leftover Christmas pudding, I wanted to take a brief look back at 2016, before putting it in a box marked ‘shite’ and trying to forget all about it.
It’s been a year of celebrity deaths and political upheaval. I will be very glad to see the back of it.
We have said goodbye to so many talented people: Prince, David Bowie and George Michael, all of whom provided the soundtrack to my youth.
The news of George Michael’s death on Christmas Day was too much to bear. Looking through my Wham! vinyl singles brought back memories of slow dances to Careless Whisper at naff youth club discos. Posters of him adorned my childhood bedroom walls. I once sat, starstruck, at the table next to him in a restaurant.
Terry Wogan, Gene Wilder, Victoria Wood, Leonard Cohen, Carrie Fisher and so many more. All gone, too soon.
2016 also saw the rise of populism and ‘post-truth’ politics – which means that politicians no longer cared that their campaigns were based on lies, as long as we sucked it up long enough to vote for them.
I won’t get into another Brexit rant. My thoughts on the subject are well documented on the blog. I think we’re all in for a bumpy ride. The UK government needs to work out what bargaining chips we actually hold, while trying to keep a poker face.
Across the pond, we watched the unimaginable unfold before our eyes. Donald Trump might be an odious, misogynist, dangerous cockwomble*, but the polls underestimated just how much the American people mistrust Hillary Clinton.
The best we can hope for, is that Trump is in fact a massive liar and will not follow through with the promises he made during the election campaign. Otherwise we can look forward to living the next four years in fear of those teeny tiny fingers hovering over the nuclear button.
Meanwhile Syrians died in their thousands and fundamentalist nutters using lorries as weapons drove onto crowded pavements, killing innocent people and changing lives forever.
It wasn’t ALL bad. The Rio Olympics was a triumph, Ed Balls did Gangnam Style on Strictly and someone from UKIP got punched in the face.
I will not dwell on the shit-fest that was 2016. Being a self-help-book sponge, I use this article as therapy – getting it all down in writing so I can consign it to the past, lock it up in its shite-labelled box and move on.
2017: I’m ready for you
I’ll try to make 2017 a year of gratitude, knowing that a grateful attitude will attract more positive experiences.
I don’t make new year’s resolutions as they just lead to guilt. Instead, I will set an intention of writing in my gratitude journal as often as I feel like it.
Nisha, founder of the Good News Shared website, sent me this Moments Journal, which I’ll be using to channel positivity. The undated pages encourage you to think about the best news you heard today, as well as remembering the ways you were kind to others and the kindnesses you received, no matter how small.
If you want an instant emotional lift take a look at her website, it will restore your faith in humanity.
I also dip in and out of The Happiness Project one sentence journal. This is a five year, undated diary with space to record just one sentence – about your day, your feelings, whatever you like. I dip in and out of this one.
In 2017 I will arrange to see friends more frequently and halt the slow decline towards hermit-ville.
2016: you are dead to me.
2017: BRING IT ON. I’M READY.
Happy new year everyone!
Much love, Vx
[Disclosure: Thank you to Nisha for sending me the Moments Journal and spreading positivity and good news. We need it!]