When Things Go To Shit

Life, as we know, rarely goes to plan. You can have all the good intentions in the world and things won’t go your way. Take for example, this evening. I’m writing this on my phone because my laptop decided that it didn’t wish to work on a Saturday evening. 

On top of this, I am deathly sick with the intention of running a 10k race in the north of Spain tomorrow morning. We make plans – the universe says otherwise.

This week there has been a lot of poison in our newsfeeds. Awful people doing awful things. It’s been emotional and challenging. It’s hard not to get swept up in all of it. The thought of children being attacked in any context makes me sick to my core. However, screaming at strangers online does little for anyone. All it does is bring more negative energy to the world. And, to be honest, I think there’s more than enough if that going around right now.

So many things threaten our peace and joy each and every day. It’s unavoidable. The best we can hope to do is expect things to derail. If we’re ready for shit to turn south, then at least we won’t be caught of guard. It’ll suck, but it won’t be surprising.

I turned 29 on Friday. Enigmatic also came out. It feels like a strange time to celebrate anything when there’s so much badness in the world. But then again, if we stop celebrating the small things then the darkness wins. I suppose that’s something important to keep in mind during these challenging times.