2016's Last Scene & Season

2016 has come to an end faster than a 21-year-old virgin getting head from Karrine Steffans. December always brings about such a joyous time, we get to smell fresh pine needles, drink hot coco and listen to Queen Mariah belt out her very short Christmas list on every. single. radio station. December also seems to bring about a sense of panic for me. Not an overly dramatic 1990s sitcom “gasp” panic, rather a “hearing your mother’s keys jingling in the door and you forgot to take the chicken out of the deep freeze” panic.

Let’s be honest, 2016 was a shitty year. We lost Prince, donald trump and her party store wig are the president-elect of The United States of ‘Merica, and Chick-Fil-A stopped serving coleslaw. It has been a complete shit show.

Even personally, I have been through so much. Most of which I explained in previous post. But beyond my personal adversity, the hardest thing for me was probably watching those close to me face some seriously trying times. Losing jobs, reaching the end of the road in relationships, dealing with the deaths of close relatives. That was tough. Seeing someone you love painfully unhappy is not easy. Hearing your best friend call you in tears because their heart is breaking, watching your (not biological) brother in a state of depression due to a redundancy. Having to bear witness to the shoulder you lean on most, go from strength to frail. It was a lot to say the least.

Combining their grievances, the worlds despair and my own agony, how do you even begin to heal? And that is when I heard Lauryn Hill remind me that I am not a hard rock, I am truly a gem. I can win once I am right within.

Healing starts with you, if you have the will, you can develop the skill. Rest in Peace to the ever-great Mr. Ali (again, Fuck 2016).

So here is to strength, here is to power, here is to betting on you. Let’s make 2017 an amazing one. Let’s heal together.