Temperature: a nippy -5/23 degrees
Eating: Alas, the holiday treats are gone. Salad it is.
Drinking: Alas, the wine is gone. Water it is.
Watching: still working my way through GoT. (April is coming.)
Listening: to this year’s sambas de enredo. Carnaval is coming, and because of the stupid ankle injury I suffered in Singapore, no dancing for me in 2018. Try stopping me this time around, I dare you, fate! (Not really, no, please let me dance, please please please.)
Reading: the Roslings
Thinking: What happens to nature happens to us. When did we get so blind, so arrogant, that we forgot about Gaia, how everything is connected?
Feeling: Shouldn’t we welcome the new year like a child does, ready to learn and explore and be wowed, not full of self-involved gumption but humility? Well, as much as I’d like for us to welcome the new year as that child does, I think this baby needs to hit the ground running. You can’t pretend you’re not aware of climate change/breakdown or what it means. Yes, I know it’s easier than ever to mislead and be misled. It’s also easier than ever to get to the bottom of things, if you really want to. And why wouldn’t you? You don’t want to be misled, a tool, a puppet, do you, dearest denizens? No, you want to fight the powers that feed you muck and malarkey. Because you won’t be lied to, or lie to yourself. Because you know what is possible when you really put your mind to and back into something. Because, unless you’re E.T., you do have a horse in this race, skin in this game, insert your favorite idiom depicting being up to your eyeballs, no, your hairline, in this; you are, after all, a living, breathing, sentient being on planet Earth. Part of the problem but, more importantly, part of the solution.
