Wringing the Last Drops of 2017

It is New Year’s Eve, the last Sunday of 2017. If you’re like me and like to dick around with how we measure and view time, on the Discordian calendar, the day is Setting Orange on this The Aftermath 73rd, in the Year of Our Lady Discord 3183. Here, in Cincinnati, it is freezing cold (14F/-10C). Though I’m inside, the house is a chilly 50F/10C. The space heaters can’t keep up!

At some point, I’m trudging out into this frozen landscape for a NYE party. It’ll be the first time I’ve been to one of these in many, many years, so that should be fun.

This year has seen me have pretty stable employment. Ideally, it isn’t what I want to be doing for the rest of my life but… it works for now. The trouble is figuring out what to do for the rest of my life. I’m not certain what that is at all. What I do know is that I don’t want to do anything. Let me rephrase that… the stuff that I want to do doesn’t fall within the parameters of Capitalism. I know what I want to do: write, draw, make good art, dig deeper into my own self, find love, get laid, sin intensely, travel, and learn new things.

Naturally, this rails against the Protestant Work Ethic we are all imbued with thanks to Calvinism. These are not things that I should be doing as a man nearing the half century mark. As my old therapist said, when you should, you should all over yourself. I’ll figure out something.

I can say that I felt 2017 was a good year for me. Politics aside (and the lesser said about the shit show circus, the better), I laughed a lot, made new friends, entertained old ones, spent great time with my daughter, discovered some things about myself, and took to learning new things, recipes, and concepts. I started a new podcast with my friend, Adam, which allows me to talk about something I’m passionate about (Doctor Who, obviously), I threw myself into the study AND practice of Chaos Magic, as well as additional texts on the occult, brain change, Buddhism, and other such fuckery.

I experienced exceptional kindness from friends and stranger alike. When needed, I passed on that same kindness as best I could.

In 2018, my intent is to keep growing personally and spiritually. There are other goals: to live healthier, get off my maintenance meds, lose weight, travel, and have more exciting adventures. I want to embrace compassion and empathy more, not just for others but myself.

My wish for you this New Year’s Eve is that you also continue to grow, that you allow yourself a little wiggle room for error because not everything is going to be perfect. May love arrive in unexpected ways and generosity flow through you to all of us sharing this weird existence.

And as the Doctor said at the end of this most recent Xmoss special:

Laugh hard. Run fast. Be kind.

Happy New Year!