F@ck 2016!

F@ck 2016!

What an incredibly crap year! Anyone feel any different? Come on raise your hand…please, prove me wrong. David Bowie, Leonard Cohen, Prince, my relationship, Donald Trump, Brexit, Allepo…the list goes on and on. And oh, did I mention my relationship? Yes?! Well, to borrow a phrase from my father who is currently visiting from the UK “for now, I’m only interested in relationships that happen above the belt…”

This year has been like holding an excruciating yoga pose for what feels like an interminable amount of time. The temptation to numb out, collapse, hide, feel riddled with anxious self pity and depression is ever present. I don’t always hold the pose and am often out of balance. But then I write in my tattered little notebook, take myself into the ocean, or up a mountain, I meditate and drink red wine while staring into flames somewhere out there, but I also pack school lunches, fix broken hinges, feed the dogs, eat pizza, sleep poorly and think too much. And do you know what I’m starting to realize? That it’s going to be alright even when it isn’t (and that’s often). When things turn to crap personally, socially even globally we can’t afford to numb out or fall out of balance too often because shit matters and we still need to care about important things, like what brings us together, being of service and doing the right things when nobody is watching, we need to resist all this crap and negativity that is currently part of our experience on this planet. We need each other.

For me, it will be about small things that lead to ever increasing change. My father and I are reconciling after a long and arid drought, I will give extra love to my children, friends and animals. I will calmly say no to things that no longer serve me and preserve my energy to nourish my inner and outer world in meaningful, purposeful ways.

And I’ll still fuck up often and that’s ok too.

May peace be with you

May peace, love and resilience find its way back into our world.


About the author

Jamie Elkon http://shrinkrap.co.za/

The author can be found rummaging through life looking for nourishment in the early hours of the morning. He is slowly going sane by using his actual life and relationships to wake up.He lives in Cape Town with his teenaged daughter, two bassett hounds named Thelma and Louise and Digit... the cat. He hugs trees, has experienced numerous dark nights of the soul, collects incorrect Chinese packaging and tracks curious things to their lair.