Do you give names to the years of your past? Do you label them? Give them names or themes?
I met someone last year that did this and I found it really intriguing and insightful.
It gives meaning to the time even if it sucked. You acknowledge it, but it doesn’t own you; it’s gone. Naming them all shows you the long term journey you’ve been on; some parts were good, some parts not so good, but they’re all impermanent and none of them last forever, so long as you make the choice you don’t want them to. But you do have to decide.
Just for fun I labeled mine.
2018: The Launch (at least I certainly hope so)
2016: The Year I Said I Was Tired of This Shit
2015: When You Keep Doing The Same Thing and Nothing Changes, You Just Keep Doing the Same Thing, but More and with Greater Intensity, and Still Nothing Really Changes
2014: Choosing Health Above All Else
2013: Finding a New Way
2012: Jumping Off the Cliff with My Eyes Closed
2011: Is Misery all there is?
2010: German Misery
2009: Italian Misery
2008: The Italian Leap
2007: The Rollercoaster
2006: The Heal that Didn’t Take
2005: The Embarkation and the Heal
2003: So this is what paying for your friends is like
2001: The Year I Finally Got Away