There are cries coming from all corners of the universe right now that mostly go something like, “We’re all doomed!”
And then there are some more positive cries, too, that go something like, “We need to do something!”
I have received emails, texts and phonecalls from friends all round the world, wondering what on earth they can do. There’s the obvious stuff: donate, call out troubling views, protest, write to your MP. And there’s the not-so-obvious stuff, such as tell everyone this Christmas your gift to them is your fight against the forces of evil and that’s why you’re spending all your money on a flight to Washington to take part in the Women's March On Washington. (I haven’t actually tried this one yet. I’ll let you know how it goes.)
Right now, more than ever, we need to rage through the grief and get to the productive stage
Alternatively, there are smaller starting points, which hopefully lead you to greater action. Like writing down three good things. Right now, more than ever, we need to rage through the grief and get to the productive stage. Reminding ourselves that there are still some good things in life is essential.
So, for the last few days, I’ve been taking a moment to think of the good things:
1. I discovered Jon Hamm narrates a reality TV show about the NFL.
2. I heard from my friend who lives in Canada.
3. Ed Balls is on his way to Blackpool.
1. A colleague emailed me to tell me I look “cute”.
2. I had a really great meeting.
3. Myself and a group of women met in a pub to try to do something – anything – to feel like we’re helping, not just whining.
1. I saw a picture of Julian Assange’s cat wearing a collar and tie.
2. I was delighted that the Stanford sexual-assault survivor was recognised at the Glamour Women of the Year awards.
3. I remembered I had a Topshop voucher.
Now, don’t me wrong, you don’t need to tell me that this is not exactly A Vindication Of The Rights Of Woman. But it’s very small start when I actually just feel like pressing delete on the whole internet/universe.
Try it for the rest of the week and read it back on Sunday evening. It might not feel like the end of everything after all.