We’re six weeks into 2017 and the training wheels are officially off! Mostly, I’m just glad that people have stopped chiming “Compliments of the season” (or it’s more sinister abbreviation, “Compliments”) to me. It’s a useless, empty phrase that’s endemic to this southern part of the African continent (read: JUST STOP SAYING IT ALREADY!!!).
I’ve been struggling to blog about anything, these past couple of weeks, because I felt as I had already mentioned I was grieving (in a previous post), that my self-imposed “window period” for bringing it back up had expired and now the onus was on me to return to “regular programming” upbeat writing. Except I couldn’t.
I’m going to be honest, 8 days into 2017 and I’m still trying to summon that over hype sense of excitement and energy that I usually greet a new year with…and I’m missing the mark quite dismally. Understandably so, though. A very good friend of mine passed away last month which led to me entering the new year with a profound sense of loss, hyper-awareness of my own (and everybody I love’s) mortality and a respectful appreciation for time. From within my cocoon of sadness and grief I can still appreciate the opportunity that the 355 still-to-be-lived days of 2017 have to offer, and have a strong sense of how I want to spend them.