The News Is Bad For You. This Picture Is Not.
This picture does not go with this post. It doesn’t matter. Just look at that. Unf. Hotness, says I.
I stopped watching almost all televised news when I was pregnant with my daughter and haven’t regretted it. I’d like to be exposed to even less news, actually, if I could. I believe that being informed up to the point that I can actually do something about a situation is what’s important. Everything else is bad for me, bad for us, and prevents people from making a constructive difference in the world because they’re too busy reacting to things they can’t control. Not even a little bit.
What you can do is go on with your life, be kind to those around you, even those who annoy, go forth with compassion and a renewed knowledge that every person you meet is a flesh and blood human being who would cling to you and/or help you if the worst happened, and build connections of love.
*climbs down from anti-news soap box*
