As the year drew to a close, I found myself in my usual low-key celebration mode, wrapped in cozy pajamas, a glass of wine in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Staying awake until midnight was a rare feat, and when I did, I would lean over to my husband, mumble a half-hearted “Happy New Year,” and then promptly retreat to the comfort of my bed.
Honestly, I’ve never been one to buy into the New Year’s Eve hype. The idea of squeezing into uncomfortable attire and spending a fortune on mediocre champagne surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces has never appealed to me. I’d much rather indulge in cookie dough and sip wine in my festive flannel pajamas, binge-watching “Love Actually” for the umpteenth time. I’ve never been one for resolutions either; to me, January 1 is just another day—even if it does come with a fresh number.
But this year was different. This year, 2016 was a whirlwind of chaos and calamity, a year I was more than ready to bid farewell.
So, here’s to 2016: a year that felt like a relentless avalanche of disasters. From the Zika virus to resurfacing Ebola cases and a contaminated water crisis during the Olympics, it was a relentless barrage of bad news. The Orlando nightclub shooting, the tragic fate of Harambe the gorilla, and a toddler’s life claimed by an alligator at Disney—truly, 2016 left no sacred ground untouched.
Navigating the internet felt like donning a hazmat suit, especially when the comments sections were filled with toxic negativity. To add insult to injury, the FDA even warned against eating raw cookie dough, robbing us of our comfort food during a year that seemed to demand stress-eating.
The election cycle of 2016 was akin to a scene from “Billy Madison” where the principal declares, “What you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard…” Yes, we all felt a bit dumber for enduring that political circus, and it’s safe to say we could use a little mercy for our collective sanity.
At least we had entertainment to lean on—right? Wrong. The year snatched away beloved icons like Prince, David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Carrie Fisher, and George Michael, leaving us with a slate of lackluster shows like “Fuller House.”
If 2016 had a slogan, it would be something like “Enough Already.” It felt like a never-ending cycle of chaos. I could go on about the heartbreaking events of the year—police violence, the horrors of Aleppo, and the resurgence of white supremacy—but let’s save that for another time.
Sure, there were a few bright spots: the brilliance of Simone Biles, the joy of new babies, and yes, the Chicago Cubs finally winning the World Series after 108 years. But even that monumental victory felt overshadowed by the dismal backdrop of the year’s events.
In the grand scheme of things, 2016 felt like an endless onslaught—like walking in a storm where the wind flips your umbrella inside out or falling down a flight of stairs in front of a crowd. It was exhausting, and we were more than ready to tell 2016 to take a hike.
Now, as we step into the new year, it’s time to say goodbye and good riddance to 2016. Let’s hope for brighter days ahead, filled with joy and laughter, far away from this year’s tumultuous ride.
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In summary, 2016 was a year to forget, marked by chaos, tragedy, and loss. As we embrace the future, let’s leave the pain of the past behind and step into a new year full of possibilities.