I have to say, I personally can’t complain at all about 2016 even though it was horrible in many ways for many people. I’m choosing to just ignore the political realm entirely because the alternative just short circuits my mind, and I’m still trying to get over the death of Phillip Seymour Hoffman so don’t have room in my heart to deal with the domino row of celebrity deaths that 2016 has cruelly tipped.
So that just leaves regular life, which–knock wood–has been pretty great, all things considered. While becoming an empty nester did take some getting used to, it hasn’t exactly sucked to get back into the rhythm of life that doesn’t center around taking care of kids. I did my mini mid-life career crisis, quitting my job in September, but managed to land on my feet and in a better place, so…cheers.
Which leaves me contemplating what comes next and what to devote time and attention to going forward. 2016 was very much the year that blogging–and pretty much written anything–died for a lot of people, or at least that’s my perception. Online life has become so all-encompassing for all of us and I feel like the proliferation of live video and ephemeral photos have eroded our collective attention span to a new low. Then throw in binge watching the billions of show and movie choices now available not only on TV but all our devices, anytime, anywhere, then add YouTube on top of that…it’s amazing we even have brains left at all. Or maybe it’s just me. At any rate, if I felt overwhelmed by it all at the end of last year, I feel pretty much worn to a nub these days.
Which is why rather than throwing in the towel on blogging…in two places….as I admit I am sorely tempted to do, I’m doubling-down on my commitment to keep at it. I think. I just feel sad for blogging in this day and age of video everything–it feels like the world went from being focused on words and reading–even if on a screen–to just staring at a screen, sucked in by vlogs of girls describing in detail their shopping hauls or screaming at the camera while playing video games. I admit that I do sometimes wonder “maybe I should turn Chic n’ Geek into a vlog” because there is something entertaining about just blabbing into a camera–I mean, what’s not to like about doing the voice over to a makeup tutorial? If blogging is a form of self expression or journaling, isn’t talking into a camera like you’re talking to your bestie an easier and better format than writing, especially when it seems the world doesn’t really read anymore?
But then I read–a lot–and remember the power of written words, the catharsis offered by letting your thoughts flow through your fingertips onto a page–even if that page is a screen–and realize that video just isn’t the same thing. Or at least for me it’s not. So, regardless of whether or not anyone but me reads what I write, I’m going to keep at it, if for no other reason than to do my tiny part in balancing a universe made up of billions of hours of people streaming live from the aisle at the drugstore or concentrating so hard on getting the perfect shot that they’re missing out on the very lives they are addicted to chronicling online, one pixel at a time. If images matter so much that we’re spending our lives either staring at them or capturing them, surely words should matter just as much?
So with that, here’s to wishing your 2017 is filled with moments of stillness and peace, and with good health, good times and good fortune–even when it sort of feels like the world as we know it is shattering.