Happy(?) 2025!
I have a lot of feelings this year. Dread, mostly. I don’t want to be a doomsayer, but the signs are all there. This next year and every year following are probably going to be harder and harder for all of us unless things change or we accept that the lives we’ve been living are no longer possible if we want to survive.
I’m stocking up on seeds. I’m learning and practicing skills that are from a bygone era. I’m teaching my animals how to behave in ways that never seemed necessary before. I know how this sounds.
I’m losing my mind. I’m crazy. I’m turning into a prepper.
Sure. You can believe that if you want. But I think I’m being realistic. Our society is collapsing fast. One side of the USA is covered in snow while the other side is on fire. Everyone is pointing fingers at each other, but we all did this. Our hubris. Our egos. Our loss of connection and community.
It’s quaint and easy to think one person, or a handful of people, has been pulling the strings, but it’s naive. We did this to ourselves.
And we’re just getting worse.