a few weeks back, when some other piece of terrible news had been reveled, i said something along the lines of "this damn year..." to my bf.
and my bf said something like "tell me about it"
and then he paused.
and then he said, "yeah...but this is also the year that we met..."
cue sappy romantic music.
but he is right. this is the year that we met. and that was a good thing.
for so many reasons i and others are pretty much counting down to the end of 2016. it has been swell but don't let the door hit you on the way out. with everything going on, it has been easy to forget about the okay said of 2016...the, dare i say it, good parts of 2016. and in an effort to be positive, which i have been failing at lately...grumpy mcgrumpy pants has been driving the charly ship as of late, i figured i think about how 2016 was...well...good.
this was the year i turned 30 and that was a good, exciting thing.
and this was the year that i traveled to upstate ny four times, to LA and chicago twice, and to block island...
and this was the year that my play hottentotted go up on its feet at ars nova and this was the year we started planning for its longer run at the tank (coming this february!).
and this was the year a guy (a psychiatrist mind you!) i went on a few dates with last december hid his face from me as he walked down the street and i laughed and it was hilarious and yeah that was this year
and this was the year i also got a message on okcupid that just started out by saying "ROOOOAAAARRRRRR!"
and this was the year that i wrote my crazy dark play and the year that i wrote the first draft of my thesis play
and this was the year of running and i ran so much and i ran a marathon and that was cool
it was the year of the yellow dress
and it was the year of a bigger christmas tree
and it was the year of blonde highlights
and it was the year of visits to the village vanguard and other jazz clubs
and it was the year of meditation classes
and it was the year of speaking at a conference for the first time
and it was the year of rockaway beach visits
and it was the year of walking over the brooklyn bridge
and it was the year of commissions
and it was the year of falling in love
and it was the year i saw beyoncé in concert
and it was the year of elena ferrante novels
and it was the year of george's first hike
and it was the year of...
you get the point.
this year really put us all through the ringer. i had some amazingly high highs but i also had some low lows that will take a while to shake off. i am unsure of 2017. i am unsure of what it will mean to be a black woman with trump as our president. i am unsure of what graduating from grad school will lead to--if anything. i am unsure of what i'll be able to accomplish. i am unsure of how to resist. i am unsure of how to trust. i am unsure.
i do know that 2016 was tough
but i got a few gems out of it.