What can I say about 2016 that hasn’t been said already? It was a trash year. But amidst the steaming piles of bullshit, some cool stuff happened.
I spent a week in Haiti, cuddling babies, drinking Prestige, and falling in love with a beautiful and broken country. I saw the Dixie Chicks perform live with one of my favorite people on planet earth. We sang, danced, got drunk on wine that we smuggled into the venue, and basically had the best time. I road tripped with 2 of my besties to Atlanta to go to a Stevie Nicks concert. I don’t know how, but Stevie appears to be aging backwards, and she sang better than she did when I saw her almost 20 (holy shit) years ago.
I went to the WhyChristian conference in Chicago. I got a promotion at work. I went to a con in Tampa and BREATHED THE SAME AIR as David Tennant (the 10th Doctor. MY Doctor). I read 75 books. I started revising my novel. My mom and I met FREAKING JUDY BLUME (one of my author crushes) at her bookstore in Key West. The Heretical Feminist Book Club celebrated three years of reading, hellraising, and drinking. I had the joy of voting for a woman for President of the United States.
Oh yeah. And I saw HAMILTON. In Chicago. On my 35TH BIRTHDAY!
Best. Birthday. Ever.
Oh I just take my time, I won’t lie down
And take the long way around
Well, I fought with a stranger, and I met myself
I opened my mouth, and I heard myself
It can get pretty lonely when you show yourself
Guess I could have made it easier on myself
But I, I could never follow
No, I, I could never follow
Well, I never seem to do it like anybody else
Maybe someday, someday I’m gonna settle down
If you ever want to find me, I can still be found
Taking the long way
Taking the long way around
It’s true, I’m not where I thought I’d be in 2017. My life looks nothing like I imagined. And I suppose there are things I could’ve done differently. But here we are. I took the long way round. But I like where I’ve ended up. . . and maybe even where I’m headed.