It’s 6:30pm. I’m sat in a café in Manchester, an empty pot of earl grey to my right, some blueberry muffin crumbs on my lap. I’m surrounded by the din of baristas and I’m coming to the awesome mind-fracking realisation that it’s happened again.
Time passed.
Stuff happened.
Some good some bad.
And as if I’m bound by some ancient pagan ritual to bear my genitals in an open field of strangers, I’m going to soak myself in a bath of self-reflection and try to make sense of what happened, what didn’t happen, and what might happen in 2017.
See previous reflection-bathing sessions:
The one thing I’ve been saying over and over again. Every morning as if it might kickstart the coffee and get the old thinking engine sputtering forth.
Okay, here we go…
That’s it.
Every single morning I’ve sat down and I’ve written that exact phrase. It turns me over from sleepy bedtime mode to wakey worktime mode.
So before I list out all the things that happened in 2016, let me do it properly.