I’m not going to lie to you.
2016 was just an uncomfortable year. The kind that reminds you that no matter what, life sometimes just sucks. It wasn’t shitty every single day, but it was just kind of a looming feeling. It was like 12 months of your ex texting you every single day reminding you that no matter how good you’re feeling at that moment, your relationship still failed and you’re still single and your cats don’t even love you and your Netflix account is on hold because you have no money to continue laying in bed doing absolutely nothing but drink wine to tolerate it all.
Not that any of those things have happened to me ever in my life. My personal life of 2016 was generally a decent story: I am happily in a relationship, I have a dog whose love I sometimes question, and it’s my Hulu account that is on hold, NOT my Netflix. I do still look to wine to console me, though. But HA. Take that 2016.
The last time I wrote here was in March, and I had plenty of things to look forward to in my life at that point. I had an internship, and I was looking forward to May where I’d graduate college. I was going to get that dream job and be traveling the world by the end of the year. It was early enough in the year that I had high hopes.
And I did graduate college. It was probably the best – and by far the most important – day of my life so far in my 22 years that I have had the luck of experiencing. I also got lucky enough to get a lovely first job and some freelance opportunities which, in the field of journalism, is pretty damn nice.
Unfortunately, I have not traveled anywhere, and being financially independent has really put a damper on it all. This, in turn, has brought a nice quarter-life crisis that drives me to question every single move I make professionally, financially and personally.
And probably the other highlight of my year (second only to my graduation), I got a dog. If you know me at all, or follow me on any social media account whatsoever, you know how much I love dogs. Some people get baby fever, ooh-ing and ahh-ing over sticky, crying babies, but I have puppy fever. I needed to pet any dog that came within a 100-foot radius of my hands. Every time I am in a parking lot that shared a Petco or PetsMart, I have to go in to see if there were any dogs I could pet (this is truly no joke, ask my poor boyfriend who has been forced to accompany many-a-time to this day).
Anyway, that’s all another story for another post. My dog’s name is Maggie, whom I adopted from the Nevada Humane Society, and she’s perfect, very soft and has made life much easier generally-speaking. Please follow me on all social media to see more pictures of her, because that’s all I do anymore. Until then, please enjoy her above since she’s the cutest thing to ever exist aside from myself.
Anyway, 2016. I graduated college, Trump was elected president, Tomi Lahren has become mainstream media and Carrie Fisher took the force with her when she left. What is left to look forward to?
That’s the question I am now facing. My life used to be a clear road. I would go to school. If I wasn’t going to school, I’d be waiting for school to start back up again. That was 22 years of my life. Now I actually have to do the things I’ve been talking about for those 22 years. WHAT SICK JOKE IS THIS?
(Spoiler: Being 22 is hard)
So it’s almost a new year. I hate cliches, but I love the feeling of a new year. It’s not that I’m extra motivated to hit the gym (I’m not), or I’m ready to actually get those 8 hours of sleep (funny joke). The new year is a reminder that I didn’t (or I actually did) do all of the stuff that I said I would. It’s a time to be both proud and disappointed in all that I have(n’t) done, and it’s time to embrace a new year and get started on the crap I didn’t do, or re-evaluate and do literally anything else.
I do have resolutions, and one of them is to write more here. I will end this post by telling you I won’t tell you the rest of them, because I know you don’t care. Disclaimer: I said this last year, and that obviously went out the window but this is one of the goals that actually made it to try the following year so I’ll try not to fuck it up this time.
Hopefully you’ll be hearing from me soon, and until then, have the happiest of New Years.