Last Minute NYE Outfits & 2017 In Review
2017 will always be the year I put my fight face on.
Sure, I've always been a passionate person, but this was the first year I felt old enough to be taken seriously, knowledgable enough to hold my own in an argument, and supported enough to speak up in the first place—even if that support was just coming from within. Around the world, it was a year we fought for human rights and for democracy itself. And, in my own small way, I'm so proud to be in the trenches.
This might be a weird post, but if it's alright with you, I'd like to do a little record keeping of my year here on My Pink Docs. And who knows? Maybe you'll realize you experienced these firsts too. Maybe you'll learn what not to do. Or maybe you'll add a few things to your list for 2018.
Early 2017: Fights & Protests
January started off with an unforgettable fight with an ex. I spent so long after that wondering why I dated him in the first place, only to realize how lucky I am to have met someone who made me feel stronger than ever in my feminism (and how warped some weirdos' realities are.) I marched in Downtown Atlanta on January 21 with 63,000 of my closest friends in the largest global single-day demonstration to protest the same weirdos who moved into the White House. It was glorious.
In February, I hosted my second annual Galentine's Day with lady friends who gathered to make Valentine's Day cards for the kids at Children's Healthcare of Atlanta; we had such a fun time and it was a great way to repurpose the holiday into something bigger than romantic love.
Spring & Summer: Growing My Pink Docs
I spent Spring planning the myriad ways I could channel this feeling into something productive and therapeutic. That's when My Pink Docs was reborn in July. Happy 5 months, people!
Later that month, I traveled to the west coast for the first time to visit family. We went to great breweries, waltzed to the front of a 2.5 hour wait to get into The Broad (#workperks), and I got to meet the world's cutest baby. I also tried veganism for a week (still not sure what nut meat is but they really need a re-brand).
In August, I helped expose and said sayonara to a toxic person in the lives of many people. I realized the value of shared experiences and how tough situations can bring together unlikely friendships.
The blog continued and I was in a groove with posting regularly and further exploring my voice and my feminism.
A Fall Full of Growth
Fall was full of growth & opportunity (those are the words you say when you don't want to say that very shitty things happened). I went through some downright awful personal experiences—ones I'm not yet ready to recount here. I also lost a beloved childhood pet on her 16th birthday. But it wasn't all bad: I was published in other places online for the first time! October brought on a promotion at work and a ton of new responsibilities; I had fought for so long to feel like a real adult in the workplace and finally felt like I was being taken seriously.
In October, my entire life was changed by Jennifer Weiss Wolf's newly released Periods Gone Public. At first, I was compelled to travel across the world and help girls in third world countries fight menstrual stigmas...until I realized the same issues were alive and well in my own city. I talked more openly about periods (much to my tablemates' chagrin) and forced myself to become comfortable with a topic shrouded in shame. On November 12, I hosted my first Period Party with ten friends—more to come on that incredible experience!—and donated menstrual supplies to City of Refuge and Atlanta Mission.
I got to visit the west coast again in late November and officially practice #nannylife; you can read how well I took to nannyhood here. In December, Atlanta received an early visit from the snow gods and I got my wintry mix fix for the year (AKA I watched from indoors).
Turn Anger into Progress, No Matter How Small
When I look back on 2017, I think about all of the flat out insane news stories I read. At first, I'd get so angry or upset by what I read or heard that I'd be in disbelief. But saying, "That's so crazy," over and over again got old pretty quickly, so I knew I had to do more.
I vowed early on to turn my anger into progress, no matter how small...and I did it! I called and wrote my representatives, donated to public radio stations like NPR, and brought political conversations to my friend groups, even when it wasn't easy.
Stay tuned for a post on my plans for 2018, but this look back at the past year has been an incredible reminder of the power of our voices when we put them together. How have you used your voice? How do you plan to use it in 2018? I'm proud to have found mine and can't wait to make it even louder.
And to all of those who told me I was "too riled up" this year: I'm only just getting started.