As I walked along to the company car park with a colleague, I was listening as she explained how she’d cut back on her news consumption and also certain satirical programmes. This wasn’t through a lack of interest; no, more accurately, it was too much interest and the effect of the weight of the world upon her shoulders. The conversation ended as she headed to one end of the car park (with a cheery goodbye), and me to the other. For Northern readers, feel free to use the t’other word instead. 🙂
I reached my own car and after pausing briefly to admire the very beautiful Wolf Moon that loomed large in the night sky, I thought about my own behaviour of late. I stopped listening to the news on the radio on the way to work about five months ago. I can’t recall the last time I’ve watched an actual news programme on television. I will read the BBC News app’s daily briefing post and I stop scrolling when we get to whatever the press are writing about. I can count the number of times I’ve bought a newspaper on one hand and still have fingers spare to raise to some of our ‘great’ leaders. 😉
I used to think that if I listened to the news, I’d have an idea of what was going on, and in part, I’d not be too baffled when certain stories were covered by my favourite comedy/satire podcasts. Now, I think I’ve just withdrawn – like social media – and you know what, I don’t really miss it. Part of me feels I should take an interest in the world and I am, just not via that lens. I feel I should be more bothered, but back when I did try to do things, it didn’t feel like I could reach very far and the whole process felt very disempowering.
Instead, I’m bumbling along in my own little world, just doing my own thing and trying to do good when I can. That might be doing some trans outreach stuff via Chams, listening to folk at work talk about their issues, or cut through the red tape in our organisation to get something done. Perhaps it is as a work-make said with a twinkle in his eye: it’s the little victories, Mr Jones.
Maybe there’s something in that. Maybe whatever you can do to push back against the seemingly endless bleakness reported, that each tiny act of kindness or happy moment is in some mad way an act of raising those two fingers (North American readers may wish to use singular middle digit instead 😉 ).
Ignoring said media malarkey and nay-saying, the first visit to Chams of the year went very well. I had the luxury of working from home (kid care plus the Ever Lovely Mrs J and I had an appointment elsewhere) in which I got a lot of stuff done. Funny how not being in the office can motivate you! 🙂 That meant I missed on queueing in traffic, so there was enough time to sort out the tea and have a hot shower before packing a bag.
I love my new Mary Jane shoes. They are so comfy and that’s with a heel as well. The lighting makes them – and the jeans – look black, but they’re both blue. The top is new and from the sale, and while the other two items I chanced on didn’t quite work for me, the postage is less than parking in town. So, something ventured, something gained, and nothing lost. That’s a win in my book 🙂
With the Christmas rush of parties and plays, the usual crew were back at Chameleons and it was great to catch up with folk. We managed to be out on time and Val was kind enough to work her photo magic. All in all, a very good night out.