- Found myself. Lost myself. 2016 - finding myself again.
- Cut my hair short because seriously, reject the idea that your femininity is tied to your hair, the way you look, your clothes. I am female because I say I am - I have no need to prove it to the world.
- Learnt to ride a motorcycle - a sleek and shiny black Kawasaki Ninja 250R is now my primary mode of transportation. There is nothing like the rush of speed through your blood, feeling the wind battling against the awareness of your frailty, the sheer magnitude of the dawning realisation of your mortality.
- Fell in love with Shakespeare's Measure for Measure - Isabella the Zealot (crushing mere mortals in her grasping strides towards communion with God), Angelo (fallen from grace and favour - why do your words make my heart beat so? - stricken with emotions he never anticipated, his downfall)... God, I could go on and on.
- Epiphanies on how short life truly is and the reentering emphasis on how I should do things that make me happy.
- Cut out toxic people - or people that I could not see meeting me in a true marriage of emotional or intellectual maturity (which is not to say they weren't smart or good people, but rather that they could err on the side of offensive humour - honestly, that shit is tiring and unnecessary). Some of them did not understand how they were contributing to the stigma of oppressed groups, and they needed to go.
- Met new people - amazing, kind, genuine, wonderful people.
- Lost weight, gained weight, losing my (shitty) perception on what I should look like and how much I ought to weigh.
- Got more tattoos done, that's for sure. Bigger pieces, smaller pieces, pieces that matter, pieces that serve no emotional purpose beyond their aesthetic.
- Discovered new things of myself. Fabulous things, terrible things.
Here's to 2016, and may it be a better year.
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