I noticed this week Taylor Swift celebrated your performance in her personal life. The girl gives you a simple shout-out and the whole internet responds like Kim Jong-un simultaneously finding out that this week's doughnuts have run-out and that flat-tops haven't been cool since '91.
Granted, on a global level, this hasn't been the greatest year for humanity. Trump took office, global terror events become a monthly occurrence, news continually broke of abuse and inequality, North Korea hit puberty and Tom Cruise continued to release films.
That is just a year, is it not? Which recent year hasn't had its share of scandal, despair, fear and horrible computer music released to help humans dance like monkeys for imaginary ego-bananas? I am sure that even during the war and depression years at least a handful of people were sitting down with a whisky or cup of tea on December 31st and looking back thinking "Yeah. Not bad!"
So once again Tay-Tay proves that the haters are going to hate, hate, hate as the rest of us look towards 2018 and shake off the year that has been.
I am at peace with you 2017.
We didn't quite scale the heights that the list in my notes app on my phone had hoped for. But we didn't do too bad either. Sure - I didn't finish the feature script, enter Tropfest, commit to fortnightly date nights or start the cold brew business, but you know...kids and work and life admin.
I will always remember you for our ten year wedding anniversary trip to the Four H's (Hanoi, Halong Bay, Hoi An and Hong Kong). I will also remember you as the year I got adult about our financial situation dotting the I's of investments and crossing the T for total and permanent disability insurance (among others). You were the year a reputable University let me teach and decent web publication found my written words coherent and interesting enough to publish them a bunch of times. I managed to ride a Gran Fondo and I even tried stand up paddleboarding. Sure I didn't quite nail the weekly new recipe but I did start reading 'Infinite Jest'. If I have finished it by 2027 I will be doing well.
You have been an OK year but I acknowledge that many others elsewhere haven't seen you that way. Theirs isn't the middle class, western white world that I inhabit. I don't know why I get to live this reality and others don't. I don't know why something like a Taylor Swift has to exist in the world either. I don't know if 2017 will end up being a relatively quiet, peaceful and prosperous year compared to the ones ahead. I do know that tomorrow we say our goodbyes. Your cousin will be along to take over and all I can do is make the best of what they have to offer. Anything else would be a rude waste.
Farewell 2017. Maybe in some distant future, a primary school will dig you up in the form of a time capsule and I'll be there looking over your corpse with nostalgia.