Everyone agrees this is one of the worst years in recent history. And I won't deny the truth behind that. Many lives have been lost, more lives have been threatened; and we (read: the dominant group) have all watched in horror, tweeted in disdain, showered in neglect.
Despite the shitty world, 2016 was an important year for me personally.
Upon college graduation last May, I had no summer plans lined up. Zero. Nada. Zilch. Beyond moving to my new apartment in Minneapolis, I was unsure how I would spend my warmer days. I toyed with the idea of working on campus (and laughed SO HARD) until I convinced myself that being home was the better option (and then talked myself out of that too). Finally, I started applying to cool jobs and internships whilst spending quality time with Nicole.
Ultimately interning with the Walker Art Center's Moving Image department felt like a dream. I sat across from the design department, researched films, and met fellow film buffs.
In September, I started my full-time service. I love it. The youth surprise me, challenge me, and encourage me. I'm humbled to know such creative young people.
Amid the chaos of November's election, I am reminded of my wonderful and supportive communities. On that note, my best friends from Mac are still my best friends today. I cherish them with my whole soul. They're doing awesome things, too.
I watched a ton of movies. I watched more films by women. I listened to music. I attended concerts. I drank beer, wine, and water. I ate chocolate. I danced. I laughed. I cried. I screenshotted the shit out of magazines. I edited/designed two zines of my own. I finally got my driver's license (what a freaking saga). I took pictures. I had ridiculous conversations with strangers.
Mostly, I tried to understand the world better.
I still have plenty to continue to figure out in 2017. But I'm fortunate that I don't have to go it alone.