It’s a thought I’d been toying with for a while but in the last couple of months it became obvious that something needed to change. And so I tried to stop but as it turns out, news is a constant, all-encompassing thing. Vile, awful, terrifying news from all over the world constantly streaming into my everyday, darkening my thoughts and crushing my spirit. To escape the ugliness, more effort is needed.
Even when I stopped having my breakfast with a side of “let’s see what horrible things happened while I was sleeping” on TV, I’d see posts by likeminded people on Twitter or narrowminded monsters on Facebook, or I’d click through from funny cat posts on Buzzfeed. In the past few weeks I’ve really fallen off the wagon. Whenever I take a break, or I’m procrastinating, or I’m at the grocery store, I’m reading bad news.
I do think it’s important, perhaps now more than ever, to stay informed, to not live in a bubble. So, no matter how awful it is, I believe it’s vital that I am aware of what’s going on in the world. But after the first few tweets and news articles, it no longer is about being informed, is it? There’s a rather disturbing tendency to revel in the misery in a way. To keep reading opinion pieces and people’s comments on them, or to fall down the rabbit hole of hashtags, or to read the headlines of hateful publications, or, and this is the worst I think, to have arguments on Facebook. These things only ever work to make me even more upset, sad, and anxious.
My plan is to go back to my peaceful, TV-free mornings, focusing isntead on more positive little rituals to start my day. I’ll also limit the time I spend online every day, no more endless scrolling just to pass the time. I will focus on having more genuine conversations with my friends on social media instead of just retweeting and clicking through to article after article. After all, retweeting isn’t going to change the things that upset me, so instead I will spend my energy actually doing what I can to contribute to causes I believe in and I’ll do something positive for the world.
I know a lot of people are having similar thoughts, and I’d love to hear about how you cope with all the bad news and awfulness in the world.
A picture perfect cottage surrounded by fields, pastures, and woods. There were chickens in the garden, cats snoozing on armchairs, and a dog who demanded belly rubs every day. We woke up every morning to the rooster’s crow, and from the window I could see the horse in the stable across the garden impatiently waiting for his breakfast.
We walked miles and miles in foggy woodland. The autumnal colours and the fog made the forest feel enchanted. A stag crossed our path. We stood still; there was something very regal about his posture as he inspected us from a distance. As if we could ever get close to him. He only stopped for a few seconds, a minute at most, and then just like that he leaped and disappeared through the ferns.
Then we saw the ponies. I had heard that they were freely roaming the New Forest but I don’t think I really believed it. Truly, wild horses were wandering this beautiful countryside. They were so serene and completely disinterested in us; we just stared and marvelled at their grace and beauty. It felt like a very special privilege to see these creatures.
The New Forest donkeys, with their long eyelashes and big ears, captured my heart. I made friends with one of them. She let me stroke her soft-like-velvet ears for a while.
We returned home dazed, completely charmed, and already dreaming of our return to this fairyland.
Have you been to the New Forest?
I also made a short little film of our time there, have a look here if you’d like to see.