What Do I Do Then?

Following on to yesterday’s post about Hope and the importance of having it especially now. The next obvious question and perhaps even more paralyzing is…

So, what the hell can I possibly do about any it?

Yes, that may definitely be the source of our anxiety, depression, and apathy. Loads of people will even tell you that there is nothing individuals can do to make a difference. That it is up to governments and corporations to solve these problems. Then they encourage you to invest your money, time, and futile votes into their cause, their vision.

But you know what? They’re all wrong. And at the core they’re still preaching a broken paradigm and systems.

The thing is….

Before you do anything else, you need to find you.

Who you are, what’s important to you, what your values are, and what you want. Those are incredibly hard questions. Especially when you are being bombarded with non-stop messages of who you should be, what you should want, and facing the burdens of, you got it, Responsibility.

I struggled last week. It wasn’t until Sunday that I realized why. I had not been spending my time alone in the park. Just me and my friend Essa….and the occasional nasty humans. So, I was like that fish flopping around on shore. Out of my natural environment.

Yes, we all need to re-connect with nature. Just 20-minutes a day, even in a city park or your backyard after the little humans are asleep. But all those to-do items call us. They tell us that they are more important. But the advantage of having a best friend that is over 150 years old, who hopeful will be there long after I’m dead and gone, is….


All of us are inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.

But that isn’t depressing or disempowering. It’s liberating. Because that means those things we think we ought to do and be are less important than who we really are.

Okay, I know you’re not going to believe me. It’s something you have to discover for yourself.

So, once you’ve read today’s chapter of #Apokalypze, please go spend 20 minutes in nature. Touch the ground. Bury your fingers deep into her. And feel. Listen. Find you in her. It’s like being plugged into pure power.

Says the Crazzy Lady.

“¿Cuánto tiempo más?” Mateo’s face was streaked with dirt, and who knew what else. But those dark eyes shone up at her.

Daniella’s throat tightened as the enormity of it all hit her. This child was utterly dependent on her now. In the midst of the world falling apart around them. This time not just their once safe and insulated little existence but the whole fucking world. Or at least it seemed that way.

“Another couple of hours, buddy. Do you want to ride my back for a bit?” The man’s deep voice sounded from behind them.

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