The World is on Fire

This should come as no surprise to those of you not living beneath a rock. I used it as a metaphor for the first seven months of 2020 until California, Washington, Oregon, and Lebanon decided to pile on and make it literal statement.

Thanx guys. Didn’t need the help.

Now, my speech normally goes something like:

The world is on fire. It’s not your fault, and there is no shame in occasionally being overwhelmed. Nothing like this has happened in over a century. You don’t need to leap into the fray. You don’t need to save the world. You don’t even need to make sourdough. Just do your best.

Now, there are a lot of people who look to be riding the storm out a lot better than you are. Some own bigger and better boats. Some have a natural ability to swim in the tides of chaos.

And some, if you look closely, are just trying to use your resources to repair their own boats. Sign you up for virtual classes. Sell you editing, publishing, & publicity services for all those books you now have time to write. There’s been no evidence of an increase of “make a living from stuffing envelopes at home” rackets, but I haven’t been looking that hard.

To repeat, no-one alive has ever faced something like this. There’s no sin in not knowing what to do. Though you’ve been given a smothering mass of free time, you don’t have to come out the other side with proof that you were productive.

But you might want to stock up on some marshmallows to toast as you decide what to do when you have your feet underneath you.

Weirdmaste.