Welcome back from The Holidays. It has come to my attention that the ebbing flowing goo of the culture is saying that this year is going to be the new 2016. And despite the youth kind of picking up the “vibes” (cultural ramifications of election campaigns), it’s making me reflective of what that could like for me, making me take a trip down memory lane… because what was life like back in 2016…..
Actually, never mind, whatever life was like when I was twenty years old is actually none of my business. Probably very stressful and the closest I’ve ever come to developing a pinpoint-able personality disorder. It was also the same year that Mitski released Puberty 2 and Drake released Views (cue tiktok edit of Hotline Bling x I Bet On Losing Dogs).
While I typically dread the latter part of winter— the trees are dead, the weather is frigid, the christmas lights are being taken down— in recent years I’ve tried to rebrand it to something a little more digestible. Perhaps injecting some hope and promise into what I’ve referred to in the past as The Worst Time of The Year. I think I have a lot of psychic damage of having years of my life that were spent wishing for better days, days worth remembering and cherishing. But this last year has been very full, with fun and friendship and progress but also with strife and grief and conflict. Not to get all reflecting and manifesting for the new year because I do NOT believe in new years resolutions (grow up!) but I hope this year feels Lived In too.
xx.
P.S. Actually JK, my new year’s resolution is to fix my sleep schedule without resorting to a dependence on sleeping pills — as chic and starlet-esque that may be…….
P.P.S And also to be more assertive