Look y’all. LOOK! 2018 is here, and I’m glad to say that my body is still intact, the zombie apocalypse didn’t happen, and we avoided WWIII... for now. After the Rapture of 2016 when everyone and their mama was beamed up into the ether, we were left wondering what foolishness 2017 had in store for us. Did it pack a wallop or what?! I uninstalled my news and social media apps so many times to avoid having to hear another doomsday headline or read another think piece I almost forgot my passwords. From mass shooting to mass shooting to mass shooting to marches to nazis to Sean Spicer’s mismatched shoes to meltdowns to bans to dreams deferred to investigations to more nazis to protests to confederate statues to the toppling of sexual abusers to black women snatching political wigs, it was almost like Quentin Tarantino directed our entire year. We’ve been through some shit. We’ve weathered plenty of storms on every end — politically, socially, historically, literally, mentally, and financially to the point where we’re pretty much over it. But I didn’t want to write about the complete suckage of the past 365 days. Let’s look at our year with fresh eyes, shall we?
I have met more dope people in a single year than I have in the last four combined. I celebrated a year since I launched my business. I got to write for a magazine I used to drool over (and still do; love you Catalyst fam!). In the midst of the darkest days of many of our lives, I got to help couples dedicate their lives to one another. I hosted mental health forums for women of color. I helped a local badass with her campaign. I met fearless women in my community who are CEOs blazing their own trails. I’ve had countless conversations with women who I admire, look up to, and want emulate for their strength, integrity, character, hustle, and heart. I got uncomfortable with my life as I knew it because it was growing into something I never imagined it could be. To some, these may seem like small things. But to me, it’s a modern miracle.
When some of our lights dimmed we reminded each other to get a little oxygen on the flame so we can keep going.
Considering how many of us there are on this spinning marble in a cloud of galactic dust, isn’t it kind of amazing that we find ourselves in love, or feel free enough to start our own business, or out of the billions of us find community with people across the globe, or in the midst of so much hate can still facilitate, manifest, and be joy?! 2017 sucked in a lot of ways but if anything it restored my hope for humanity and in myself. We all in some way had to become beacons, like a lighthouse on the shore. We found each other despite choppy water, stormy weather, and bleak darkness. When some of our lights dimmed we reminded each other to get a little oxygen on the flame so we can keep going. We got tired but we also grew stronger. We organized. We stood up. We used our voices. We rose when everything tried to push us back down. 2017 tried to make us submit, but we’re still here. I’m glad you made it. I can’t wait to see what we do with 2018.
Jordan A. Maney is a San Antonio-based wedding planner and owner of All The Days Event Co. She she started her company as a planning haven for all the couples the industry chooses to ignore. Instead of just making a brand, she's building a community. Find more of her sass, humor, and Southern hospitality at allthedaysweddings.com.