Really… 2016 is the worst year ever? Really?
It’s not only the media spouting the mantra but most everyone I chat with.
This leads me to think I either have a very sheltered life, or I’m a little bit too “glass half full.”
I’m just not buying into the 2016 negative hype.
My life isn’t perfect, but I do have the tendency of looking at the bright side. Or maybe when you’re like me and battle with depression, you appreciate the good days. When you’re often at the bottom of a hole you can enjoy the smallest bit on sunlight that shines down. It’s all in the perspective.
A few times this year, when a tweet has appeared about another celebrity death, I’ve said, “Oh no, how sad!” Then I’ve read the onslaught of condolences and memories. I’m a quasi fan-girl and know how the frenzy can get out of hand. But quickly my interest dies. I’m old and people are passing. It’s just a fact.
Good people die every year.
I do hope 2016 will be a wake-up call to the horrors of drug abuse.
If you’ve been devastated by a hero’s passing in 2016, I highly recommend you look through your movie and music collection and write a letter to all the people you love. Thank them for the joy they’ve given you. Tell them what their music has meant to you. Explain how a movie changed your life.
Let 2016 be the time when you started a share your thoughts with people before they die.
Then do the same thing for all the people around you that you love and cherish.
Start today. Start in 2016.
And yes, I know about 2016 and the whole Trump, Aleppo, pipelines… everything we’ve been shocked about this year. But they will all be here in 2017. 2016 is not to blame.
As for my view on 2016…
Two of my favourite clients died this year. I miss them dearly. But I find comfort knowing I was part of the team that made their last month’s endurable and even enjoyable.
I will remember 2016 as the year I became better at helping people when they needed me most.
Another client was rushed to the hospital today. She may not survive. It’s not 2016’s fault. Her time is approaching. 2016 has been the best year for all the hours we’ve spent laughing together.
2016 was the year I was diagnosed with cancer. But then again, 2016 was also the year I beat cancer.
2016 was the year I finally realized I’ll never be considered part of my Dad’s second family. Luckily, 2016 was the year I reconnected with my little brother and had the joy of spending Christmas with him and his family.
Give 2016 a break.
It’s not the year, it’s only a state of mind.