Who reads dystopian novels when politics and social norms are going off the rails? When deadly hurricanes, monsoons, fires and earthquakes consume the planet? That would be me. Just finished Margaret Atwood’s hellish trilogy: Oryx and Crake, The Year of the Flood, and MaddAdam. Her imagination is extraordinary, and in today’s environment sadly believable.
Between my fixation on the political hullabaloo, reading apocalyptic books and Yuval Harari’s Sapiens, History of Humankind, I’ve indulged a serious look at the worst case scenario.
Curiously, I’m more aware than ever that “worst” – “best” – “bad” – “good” are just words. World events may seem scary, dangerous; even infuriating. For some they’re deadly. How I internalize them, how I meet them, is peculiar to my personal beliefs. This perspective determines whether I’m miserable or content.
A character in MaddAdam was weeding a garden and thought:
“… Weed is simply our name for a plant that annoys us by getting in the way of our Human plans.”
It struck me how easy it is to label things, even people and events as weed-like when they annoy me and intrude on my plans. They aren’t – that’s all in my head.
As I digest all this the Serenity Prayer comes to mind:

The “wisdom” part – that’s what I need. Knowing when to chill and when to act is hard AF.
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“I have invented the world I see . . . I have invented this situation as I see it.” ― A Course In Miracles (Lesson 32)


“.. suffering is not caused by ill fortune, by social injustice, or by divine whims. Rather, suffering is caused by the behavior patterns of one’s own mind.”




The Philosopher Thomas Hobbes said “life outside society would be ‘solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short’.”

I’m part of the collective whole – no way around that. Propelled by primary “universal orders” like money, empire and religion; belief drilled into my brain and psyche. Harari calls these three the great unifiers of humankind:
What is real?
“One of history’s few iron laws is that luxuries tend to become necessities and to spawn new obligations.”

Speaking up, dissenting; taking a stand – not my ambition as a youngster. My objective then, like many girls of my generation was to be liked, to fit in; be popular. Regrettably for that youthful goal, my edges were a bit too frayed and my opinions decidedly peculiar – finding me channeling the rebel; mouthy and belligerent.
My feminist inclinations clashed with the world I was born to. I chafed at the roles available to me; finding them limited and restricting. But to fit in – I shoved my square self into those round holes; carving off bits and pieces of myself. Still, my 24 YO self was compelled to whack a guy over the head with a menu when he challenged my opinion that the Equal Rights Amendment should have passed. His argument? I couldn’t quote the damn thing.