
2016 is a number that touches on so many emotions, for so many people.
For some, 2016 was the Year of Hate. For others, it was a Year of Glory. Personally, 2016 was the Year of Growth (on so many levels).
Ask anyone how they felt about 2016 and you're most likely to get a negative response.
"2016 took so many people we loved." "2016 was the worst year ever." "I couldn't wait for 2016 to be over." "I am so done with 2016." "2016, JUST STOP."
2016 was blamed for the death of many icons. 2016 saw the passing of enough people to fill a royal court. We said farewell to Dukes (David Bowe, Patty Duke), Princes and Princesses (Prince, and Princess Leia), Maesters (Peter Vaughn), Clerics (Ron Glass, Firefly), Champions (Muhammad Ali), Jokers (Gene Wilder and Gary Shandling) and Bards (Leonard Cohen, Leon Russel, Frank Sinatra Jr, Glenn Fry).
So many people cried that 2016 was being cruel, taking our icons way too soon.
I subscribe to Judy Anne's theory (writer from Minneapolis) that 2016 wasn't the culprit, it was excessive drug use catching up to our idols.
I'd far rather be happy than right any day.
The 2016 US Presidential Election was one for the ages. An atmosphere dominated through hate, fake news and cries from a forgotten population led to one of the nastiest political seasons in recent memory.
Anyone who is cpable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.
Both the left and the right flung mud, video tapes, email chains, memes and allegations back and forth. Hillary Clinton's smug assumption of victory may have been her downfall as Donald Trump spoke to the forgoteen people; leading with his
(I write this within hours of Donald Trump being sworn into our Nation's highest office).
Happy New Year to all, including to my many enemies and those who have fought me and lost so badly they just don't know what to do. Love!— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) December 31, 2016
“If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.”
Personally, I grew alot in 2016. Physically and professionally. After the mass layoffs encountered at my company, the beginning 2016 started to feel a little normal until my longtime boss, mentor and friend was "relieved of his duties" in February.
“So long, and thanks for all the fish.”
I was the only one left from my team and was doing the work of four people. Thankfully, HR let me hire another editor, and today, our department chugs along.
Small but mighty.
In the office, I had to grow up fast. It's stressful; stressful enough to add back the 20 pounds I lost in 2015.
Hence, the other growth I was talking about.
For all the negativity surrounding 2016, there was a lot of good, even great moments that hopefully won't be overshadowed.
The Chicago Cubs broke a 71 year curse and finally won a World Series. It was the hardest I've rooted for a team in the World Series since the 2009 Yankees.
The Cleveland Cavs won the NBA finals, climbing back from a 3-1 deficit against the Golden State Warriors (there's a sentence I never thought I would ever write). Cleveland finally got a major sports championship it had so coveted. LeBron James fulfilled his promise to bring a Championship to the city he loved.
I'm so fortunate to have lived in a time to see three major sports curses broken. (the third being the Red Sox, although it doesn't mean that I enjoyed it).
2016 saw the rise (and eventual evaporation) of the Mannequin Challenge. We made one at work and it went viral:
The end of 2016 gifted us a sense of "Hope" thanks to the release of "Rouge One: A Star Wars Story". This dark depiction of the rise of the Rebellion set into motion a renewed sense of love (for me) of the Star Wars franchise. I don't care what's canon anymore. I love it.
Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied.
2016 is over and we've got a whole new calendar to fill up.
2017; the world is nervous, anxious but hopeful about you.
Let's see what you've got.
Mostly harmless.
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