A couple of years ago my friend found a Buzzfeed list of questions to ask yourself at the end of each year, and they were quite good so I incorporated them into that year’s New Year party. Since then I’ve done a bit of reflecting on them myself, so here’s this year’s contribution. Continue reading “End Of Year Reflections 2017”
Well, it hasn’t been the best of years. I’ve spent most of it heavily medicated, curled up in beds or baths at home or in hospital. However, there have been some highlights, and the extended period of time at home made me remember some stuff I’d forgotten, like how important philosophy is to me, and how much I enjoy spending time alone.
the sights of 2017
the grey sofa covered in grey blankets, and grey me lying there greyly
a purple laptop with flickering screen, nestling amongst white bedclothes
a piano covered in dustsheets
plants at the end of the bath, fronds dangling near my toes
the glaring bright of the bathroom light: an attack
my face in the mirror, a white death mask
and smoke rising from a cauldron.
This year hasn’t really been very Instagram-worthy, because I’ve spent most of it stuck in the house. However, as 2017bestnine.com shows, there have still been a few noteworthy posts scattered throughout the shots of me watching Netflix in bed.
This is Fifi. She was the best cat in the world until yesterday, when she died at the age of fourteen.
(This post is picture-heavy, because Fifi was very beautiful.)
Today I came to a realisation that can be summed up in a sentence that sounds fairly simple, but has taken me an embarrassingly long time to grasp:
Just because you’re good at something, that doesn’t mean you have to do it.
I am back online after ten days off for surgery and recuperation. Recovery is ongoing – I’m not going to be running any marathons
ever for at least the next eight weeks, but I’m home and out of bed.