What a fucked up year. Seriously, a super duper, super sized, fucked up year.
Here I am, in my family room watching the Kings vs Vancouver. I just posted the last game set of our Rams Season tickets for sale at $40 under face value. My beloved Dodgers lost in the playoffs. I came in 4th in my fantasy football league (out of 14 teams, but still....if you're not first, you're last.) and aside from sports, my boss retired, my beloved cousin Kris and many of my iconic celebreties died and we're in a financial wreck.
So. Here I am. Here we are. My youngest gradutes high school this June. He's applied to 3 very good colleges. I aspire to begin the new year like, ironically, Princess Leia does at the end of Rogue One....with HOPE. Hope that my Sons continue on their path to enlightenment of their future. To understand their purpose. To continue to cherish our little family of 4 - The Carrizosa's...overcoming so much but always knowing we have each other.
I am nearng my 50's. That is so weird to type. 50. Fifty. What the fuck? I feel like I am still in my 20's. Just with a lot of life lived. I remember my friend in the 5th grade, Her Mom was in her 40's and wore those pastel colored polyester pants you see in Sears catalogues. Her hair was completely gray. I used to think my life was so short if that's what happens at 40. No fucking way!
2-0 Vancouver. Goddammmit.
I am making a New Year's Resolution. Not to lose weight, not to cut back on my drinking (really????) I want to make 2017 a positive, fun, do what I have been wanting to do, year of Ames. Yes...I said it. The year of Ames.
We'll see what happens.
Cheers to a fabulous 2017 and fuck you, 2016....you sucked.
Finding therapy through writing, self-reflection and the pursuit of what defines me.