2017 review

I’ve decided to start 2018 with a brief look back at 2017. This will be full of randomness as I type whatever comes into my mind.

  • I have many, many words and phrases I hope to never hear or read again, but the one I hope I personally never use is: “Believe me.” And despite my wish, I know it I will hear and read it.
  • I went through a depression last year; I’m a very functional person generally no matter what my challenge is. The fact that I didn’t want to do anything at all, ever, was very telling. I hope I’m past the worst. I can’t say for certain.
  • I witnessed a most incredible moment in politics: a government defeated and a minority form from the collapse.
  • I’ve watched Facebook increase in the number of ‘factual’ posts that shame and bully its readers. It begins like this, “only 1% of you will re-post this”. Just because I do not re-post does not mean that I don’t care about the issue. The opposite is true. It’s a choice. Don’t shame me for it.
  • I’ve witnessed the evolution of language, where the ‘their’ is an acceptable third person pronoun in singular usage. The grammarian in me resists. The person who acknowledges  that transgender and gender identity such as ‘other’ cannot be addressed by he or she rejoices.
  • I do not have enough tattoos. I have three I really want to get and no money to do so.
    • First is a feather to represent my feathered family.
    • Second is a hummingbird.
    • Third are three words: leave her wild.
  • I still read more books than most. Mid-summer I calculated I was on pace to reach 500 books in the year. I stopped counting at that point.
  • At one point I concluded that if Vince and I didn’t have bad luck, we wouldn’t have luck at all. Our blue van was case in point. If it could break, it did. The cost to repair exceeded the cost to get another used vehicle. And now we have a white van and another debt.
  • It’s been almost 9 years since the replacement Johnson Street bridge project began. There’s talk that the bridge may actually open at the end of March.
  • There will finally be a woman Doctor.
  • I took a chance. It looks like it will pay off. I’m still scared shitless.
  • I will not be making resolutions. I only promise to be the best person I can be.

That’s it.

namaste