Disclaimer: Although the f-word appears frequently in this post, it's actually not my 2017 theme word. Maybe next year.
This is it. 2016 is finally over. Today is the last day. The year that gave us so many deaths, mass shootings, terrorist attacks, killer clowns, Fuller House, the desecration of American democracy, and an explosion of unapologetic hate and ignorance is Now. Officially. DONE.
Except… I don't want it to be done. Am I the only one who doesn't want 2016 to end?
For the last eight weeks, I've been dreading 2017 somethin’ fierce. Next year was supposed to be a year of hope and light, but now 2017 feels like a sinister darkness waiting around the corner. It's a monster that I believed couldn't be real, yet here it is - foreboding, snarling and salivating, ready to rip us apart in a torturous fashion. The knot in my stomach grows with each passing day as the monster gets closer and closer.
Why am I so pessimistic? In just a few weeks, #DJ will actually become President of the United States, and things will get worse long before they get better. So I guess I was just hoping to put that off as long as possible.