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Did your ever wake up and just not want to do the thing? Yeah, that was me today. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to write a blog. I had no idea what to say, and honestly, my whole reason for writing on Ecency was to push through my writer’s block—so here I am, writing about how I didn’t want to write. The irony is not lost on me, believe me.
For me maybe it’s the weather. The grey skies. The never-ending rain-snow-sleet mix that soaks into your bones and makes everything hurt. This year’s winter dip? Oh, it’s the real deal. Full dive, no floaties. My body feels like it’s been hit by a truck, and all I did was exist in the cold for too long. Waiting in freezing temperatures should be an Olympic sport at this point.
But it’s not just winter dragging me down. It’s… everything.
image of an Belgian article, that we needed to recycle more, by eating our Christmas trees
We’re living in a time where January was the warmest on record, yet gas prices are skyrocketing because it’s the coldest winter ever. The math isn’t mathing. We’re either boiling or freezing, and either way, we’re paying for it. Meanwhile, we get daily doom alerts about how nothing works anymore: schools are failing, diplomas are worthless, and the next generation is apparently doomed. But do we talk about the five shootings in our capital? The increase in stabbings at our schools? Nope.
We’re fed a constant stream of “everything is collapsing”, yet the real crises? Those just blend into the chaos. It’s like we’ve hit our max capacity for disasters. The more it happens, the less we talk about it. Instead, we get headlines designed to trigger panic, without actual solutions. Everything is a crisis, but also, no one cares anymore. It’s exhausting.
I miss sunny days. I miss the before times, you know, back when “going viral” meant something actually fun. When life was a little less doom and gloom and a little more laugh and live. I miss easygoing conversations about nothing. Like, can we bring back the art of talking about the weather without it turning into a full-blown debate on climate change, government conspiracies, or the collapse of civilization?
And I miss when life wasn’t like this. I miss the before everything turned into an argument. When conversations weren’t just people screaming into the void, waiting for someone to attack their opinion. I miss small talk. I miss people laughing without worrying about what side of history they’re standing on. I miss a time when we could just be—without the constant weight of bad news pressing down on us like a too-heavy winter coat we can’t take off.
I don’t want to be that person, but honestly? We need to reset. We need to find our way back to listening to each other instead of just reacting. Back to helping each other instead of tearing each other down. Back to recognizing that yes, the world has problems, but that doesn’t mean we should stop living in it.
Image prompted by my own prompt in Midjourney
Maybe I just need some sun, some warmth, and one of those conversations about nothing that reminds me the world isn’t entirely broken. But until then, I’ll be here, writing my way out of this fog and writer's block… one sarcastic blog at a time.