Happy New Year 2017
So, like, 2017 just couldn’t come soon enough… right? It was like 2016 was one ginormous Mack® truck that ran us over… again and again and again… And then… just when we thought it was finished and we shakily attempted to stand up on our feet – 2016’s cosmic hand quickly shifted the gear into “reverse” and we got flattened once again.
Seriously, my back, neck, and head hurt just thinking about it all.
Good riddance, 2016…
My gut feels like it’s in a perpetual state of cringing… It’s not like I’m afraid of what’s gonna happen next – it’s just an overwhelming feeling of foreboding that perhaps 2017 might NOT actually be better than 2016 (and 2016 wasn’t that great).
The thing is… I have this deep-seated feeling that the proverbial shoe is gonna drop… I don’t know how… I don’t know when… I don’t even know whose shoe it will be (But I hope it’s cute at least)… but I feel like the shoe is gonna drop and it’s gonna make a reverberating thunderous thud when it does.
I don’t remember ever beginning a new year feeling this way. Usually, even after having a crappy year, I head into the new year knowing that it’s GOT to be better than the last year, right?
But this year, not so much…
I realized somewhere along the way, I lost hope. Or at the very least, it’s been temporarily misplaced. Perhaps “hope” has been kidnapped and someone is holding it ransom.
My eyes close and I remember one of the scenes to a favorite movie where a strong, cinnamon-bunned princess who was fighting to save her planet, sent a desperate secret message through a droid, “Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.” My eyes sadden as I remember one of 2016’s greatest tragedies in the form of the loss of Carrie Fisher. <Sigh>
It’s tough to skip joyfully into 2017 when 2016 was fraught with so much loss… It seemed pretty staggering… I often wonder who will continue the spirit of the work when someone especially talented dies… I mean seriously…
Who will insist on musical excellence while exploring its infinite possibilities like Prince, George Michael, Leonard Cohen, David Bowie, Merle Haggard, Glenn Frey, Maurice White, Keith Emerson, Billy Paul, and Greg Lake?
Who will play the consummate villain like Alan Rickman?
Who will give voice to my favorite Looney Tune characters like Joe Alaskey?
Who will be feisty, tenacious, and empowering like Carrie Fisher?
Who will write to the high standard that Harper Lee, Umberto Eco, Pat Conroy, Michelle McNamara, Edward Albee, W.P. Kinsella, and Richard Adams have set?
Who will ever be able to love Raymond like Doris Roberts did?
Who will be as well-rounded of a journalist as Morley Safer?
Who will float like a butterfly and sting like a bee like Mohammad Ali?
Who will inspire female athletes like Pat Summitt?
Who will be as brilliantly funny as Garry Marshall?
Who will bring a smile to my face as easily as Fyvush Finkel?
How will the Wonka legacy possibly continue without Gene Wilder?
Who will make a hole in one like golfer Arnold Palmer?
How can the Bradys possibly remain a bunch without Florence Henderson?
Who will continue to take giant leaps for mankind like astronauts John Glenn and Edgar Mitchell?
Who will help us with our “Growing Pains” like Alan Thicke?
Who will be able to play identical cousins like Patty Duke?
Just like no one can replace the lives senselessly lost in the war of the colors: black lives matter vs. blue lives matter…
Just like no one can replace the lives senselessly lost in the shooting at Pulse in Orlando, Florida…
Just like no one can replace the lives senselessly lost in the Nice, France terrorist attack, the Brussels airport terrorist bombings, or the grotesque Aleppo terrorist onslaught…
Plus, who can forget the horrible death of 2-year-old Lane Graves by an alligator at Disneyworld or the death of Horambe, the silverback gorilla killed at the Cincinnati Zoo…
Don’t even get me talking about the election…
I suppose I could list other crappy things that happened in 2016… but do we need more evidence that it was a crappy year?
I’m struggling even to write this post – I’ve been struggling to write anything at all over the last few weeks. The end of 2016 was not especially kind to me. However, in so many ways, Mr. Stars and I had a wonderful holiday season – but it was also peppered with really crappy stuff. It’s so frustrating and overwhelming.
In fact, Christmas Day itself was capped off by 2 separate slow speed unhinged meltdowns over fish and surprise visitors on Christmas morning. I bet you think I’m joking…
But here’s the thing. I have breath. I have my laff back. I have a roof over my head, clothes to wear, and food to eat.
And the giant panda is no longer “endangered” on the global list of species at risk of extinction – it is now only “vulnerable.” Woo hoo!!!!.
And the best of all is the fact that I’m loved unconditionally by a man who has way more to complain about than me – but just doesn’t. I can only aspire to be like him.
Plus, his beloved Cubs won the World Series. But of course they won it in heart-stopping fashion. However, many of us have gone prematurely grey because of it… lol.
As I was writing this post, I happened upon an amazing list of “Good Things that Happened in 2016” by “helthehatter” and I highly encourage you to read it… Seriously – it won’t take long… it’s very, very worth it…
While many of us may be trepidatiously testing the icy waters of 2017 by slowly sticking in one toe at a time… But maybe we should just hold our breath, take the plunge, and dive headfirst right into the deep end. Oh sure, our bodies might turn into one ginormous goosepimple but if 2017 is going to be another enormous crapfest – let’s get the pain over all at once, no?
Bring it on, 2017 – We are tough… We are resilient… We have chocolate. We WILL survive whatever you have to offer – And we will thrive…
Hope will return in 2017 if for no other reason than there’s a new Wonder Woman movie coming out and she will kick 2017’s ass, if necessary (ching, ching)!
May your 2017 be filled with awesome surprises and may it be your best year ever!
Thanks to all of you who have ridden this roller coaster with me for the last several months. Your love and kind words mean so much. Seriously, it’s made all the difference in the world.