My year in review, in terms of moods and emotions.
January: Anxiety, shock. Impending doom. Grasping at straws of hope, picking up pieces of shattered wishes. The coldest January 20th ever, the world upended. A plunging of the stomach. Fury. Sick fear. Solidarity.
February: Calls and calls and calls. Emails and emails and emails. Postcards and postcards and postcards. Small personal triumphs. Small personal resignations. Heels dug in. Grappling.
March: Nurturing others and myself. Sitting with. Starting seeds: literal physical plants and new beginnings for myself. Trying to allow myself to bloom. Focusing close to home.
April: A few sprouts, a few false starts. A little cutting loose. Seeking of wisdom and camaraderie.
May: Nostalgia. Celebration. Family. Care-taking.
June: Opening. Doing. Self care. Moments of peace and fulfillment.
July: A dreaded ordeal. Survival. Defiance. Resistance. Resilience.
August: Doing. Accomplishing. Revelry. Thoughtfulness.
September: Improving what I can. Projects. Sorting. Aesthetics.
October: Planning and researching. New goals.
November: Setbacks. Doggedness, determination. Grindstone. Head down.
December: Repeatedly dragging myself back from the brink of despair. Grim realizations. Surviving. Teetering. Holding close. Looking for the light, making the light, being the light.
One thought on “My Year: Twelve Ways of Looking at 2017”
This was interesting to read–your emotions without any structure or context. I might try to write this for myself. Thank you, Kerry.