At the end of 2016, instead of a predictable year-end time capsule, I explained my year in Rocky gifs, with the main thrust that in 2017, I wanted to catch my chickens, find my place. (That blog had to be removed as about 3/4 of the gifs I used disappeared). If you’re unfamiliar with the reference, I’ve got you covered.
I have so much to say, but it requires words I can’t formulate right now. Someone close to me recently, and “helpfully” suggested a make a “gratitude list”. I winced over-dramatically as is my way and filed it deep in the recesses of “yeah, no”. Over the last few days when I’ve gotten out of my way, yeah, I am grateful indeed for a few things this year, as demonstrated below.
Being invited to participate in my first exhibition.
Falling in love with this joker & bringing him in.
Putting myself back in treatments & thereby back on medication.
Meeting with The Kid’s mom & finding some resolution to 20 years of plaguing questions.
The move that changed our lives in ways we couldn’t even imagine.
Chronicling some of my angst with this broad
I don’t know where I’m going with any of this, which is almost awful because as I’ve said before, I lose my mooring without a plan. But maybe learning some flexibility would be a fine start.
Just gonna keep catching my chicken.
Hope 2018 brings you good stuff & new opportunities.
*hat tip to my favorite band, The Afghan Whigs, for the title of this blog, from their song “Birdland” on the album “In Spades” that came out this year. Also a high point in my 2017.