To say that 2016 wasn’t a good year would be disingenuous – it had a lot of highlights, that’s for sure, and I learned to see the goodness in others amidst the gong-show that were things such as Brexit and the American Presidential Election. The most hateful people are often the loudest – we’re learning to be louder.
But toward the end of the year, I felt exhausted by it. 2016 hadn’t been the year that I had planned to have, instead wrought with a lot of hand wringing and wishing that things were just a little bit different. When the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve, I was glad to be done with 2016.
2017 was meant to be a better year, and yet personally speaking, it has been something of a difficult one to start.
There have been a lot of things going on that sometimes make getting out of bed in the morning difficult. My anxiety feels like a vice grip buried deep within my chest. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed, but it’s a waiting game at this point, influenced by outside factors. It’ll all get resolved in time, but I’ve never been a patient person.
It’s just made for a very tiring start to 2017. Combined with the grey and wet weather we’ve been having the past few months (which seems worse than usual), I’m eagerly awaiting brighter days in every sense of the word.
Today, the sun is shining into my office. And though I have not yet found the motivation to do much in the way of work just yet, I feel energized. I feel warm. I feel better.
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