I have no desire to go into my retelling of the woes that befell my homeland over the past year; it's all been well documented, and by others better suited to that sort of reporting. I do regret a bit that I haven't been busily recording my own small perceptions of current events, but I suppose that's also been done well enough by others. Maybe next year. This one has felt too unreal, too much like a simulation gone awry, the winding-up of a dystopian novel plot, for me to tackle parsing it in any meaningful way.
So all of that aside, what did I do with this year, which began with one of those terrifying birthdays that end in zero?
- I discovered a lot of music, most of it out of Sweden. It made the year bearable, and sometimes even brilliant. Ghost (still), and MCC, and Tid, and The Great Discord, and Priest, and Diamond Black, and more.
- I played some music, too. Jamming on bass with other actual musicians was a revelatory, initiatory experience. I bought a keyboard, gods help me, to see if I could still pick out stuff by ear (I can) and if I could expand upon that (maybe).
- I started learning new languages--Swedish, and Irish Gaelic--which was almost a reactionary move on my part, so disgusted am I by the xenophobic atmosphere in this country these days. I've been trying to strengthen my French as well.
- I started skating again, even at my advancing age, and find that I still love it even as it frustrates and challenges me. I've had to start over from the beginning again--my muscles have a very short memory, it seems--but I'm progressing, and I want to continue that in 2018.
- I haven't written very much, obviously, but managed to do a bit.
Have I been fighting depression and anxiety and such this year? Oh, yes. Will that continue into 2018? I expect so. Here's to living in interesting times. May we find a bit of peace in the year to come.