Maybe the last straw was the passing of one of my childhood idols, or maybe it’s the simple enduring annoyance of this debilitating cold, but I can’t fight the feeling anymore and I find it prudent to say: 2016, go end yourself.
I’m not one to succumb to negativity, but 2016 has been a senseless pile of rancid garbage wrapped in a flaming bag of poo on the doorstep of the world. It’s healthy to acknowledge the reality of how ass-backwards, heartbreaking, and inhumane 2016 was in order to move forward.
2016 was not ideal, but I’d be thoughtless if I didn’t acknowledge the flip side. This was also the year that I launched the podcast portion of Functioning Minimalist, the year that my nephew was born, and the year that environmental conservation became a substantial part of the mainstream conversation.
While 2016 was one long tremendous disaster, we each have some kind of silver lining like this, that we can be grateful for and draw strength from to hit the ground running in 2017.
It’s time to stand up. It’s time to set worthy goals with clear plans of attack to achieve them. It’s time to leave 2016 in the dust and do better. Who’s with me?