Simon just put it perfectly – the place where we both are: The Zombie Zone.
I find it challenging to describe a mood like this. Not angry. Not sad. Not anything at all really. It’s this feeling of a grey day, cold, snowing and nothing but bad news.
Melting glaciers, worse weather to come, horrible politics, people shooting each other, insurrections, unaffordable everything.
The list is a lot longer. I told Simon on the drive home from our dog walk today, “I wish there was some good news.”
He said there was. You could go on “good news” sites. And I’ve done that in the past. You get stories of people helping people and stories of cute critters. But the big stuff like climate catastrophe – there’s no escaping it.
I keep myself together by getting out and snowshoeing or hiking as much as possible, which is pretty much every other day or more. It helps.
But then it’s back to reality. It’s back to living in this cold place with these grey skies and constant anxiety about so many things.
I think sometimes that being in a Zombie Zone is deliberate – I switch of thinking and feeling and that can seem like the best alternative.