Diary 34

Tuesday 21st April

The relief of deciding not to take the doom and gloom of the media seriously is, well, delightful. I’m not hiding my head in the sand. I’m choosing not to be distressed by that which I cannot control.

I mention this because the “president” is adept at causing confusion, dis-information, and panic. Constant contradiction swirls around him like a bad smell.

It’s always easier to talk ourselves into a place of inaction, negation and criticism. It’s what humans do best. Ask anyone who’s ever had a great idea and then fought to get it noticed. It’s a learned response, though. It’s a reaction that throws away imagination in favor of despair. What’s the story we’re telling ourselves about who we are?

It’s astonishing to me that in this land of optimism, innovation, and can-do energy that we’ve been reduced to a state of fear by a combination of a virus and a disordered governing class. Where are the people who are talking about what we can do to stay healthy?  Where are those who are redesigning our health care system so this doesn’t happen again? Where are the planners, the innovators, the creative thinkers?

I know they’re out there. They’re just not getting much of a look in.