Hello Humans of the internet! But, AK you said that you weren’t going to post again until January, why are you back already? January is just a few short hours away so I figured it was close enough. And I had one last post I wanted to squeeze into 2017 before it was over.
This morning I woke up and had the idea to write a highs, lows, and uh-ohs post for the whole of 2017. I’ve found writing them to be really enjoyable and judging by the fact y’all comment more on those, I’m guessing they are enjoyable to read as well. So, I spent the day thinking of every high, low, or uh-oh that stood out throughout the whole year. I decided to focus on big life event type things. The sort of things you get the little life cards for in the Game of Life. The ones that you can’t look at until the end. Hopefully someone understands what I’m talking about. But anyway Big highs, Big lows, and Big uh-ohs. In case anyone was curious, there were way more lows than highs. So that’s what I’m going to talk about today.
When you think about your year or your life or just your day, you tend to focus on the big things. The things that seem like they’re going to have a lasting impact on you life. The major life events: graduations, losses, marriages, moving, new jobs. But, that’s not what really makes a life, is it? So I’m not going to think of 2017 as the year my cat died or the year I was sexually assaulted or the year I graduated from college. Nope.
2017 is the year that I slowly fell in love with writing again. 2017 is the year that I dressed my cat is a sweater with skulls on it. 2017 is the year that me and a classmate did really elaborate fantasy makeup for a theater class and forgot our makeup remover and had to walk across campus and try to act casual about it. 2017 is the year that I sat in a parking lot at 1 am eating frostys with my college roommate (actually that was also 2016 and 2015 and 2014 and 2013: college was rough). 2017 is the year that my childhood best friend and I reconnected. 2017 is the year that I gave myself a pixie cut. 2017 is the year that I already regret cutting my hair off. 2017 is the year that I walked around Wal-Mart with my friend that I hadn’t seen since he joined the Marines 3 years ago. 2017 is the year that my grandmother finally complimented my hair. 2017 is every laugh, every joke, every smile, every tear, every fight, every moment.
So, yeah, if I were to write a biography on myself and for some reason focus on 2017 in particular it would seem like it sucked because a lot of it did. But that’s not what life is about. And life is pretty fantastic.