Week 8, Monday: Day 2

In a war, the most hated side is neither us nor them. It’s the pacifist. This role calls attention to the ludicrous, unnecessary nature of the conflict. We feel it threatens our identity as participants in a “just cause.” It takes away our sense of belonging, our belief that we are right.

This concept is credited to Charles Eisenstein. I’m participating in his Unlearning course right now, and within the first session, he was advocating to go on a news fast. I accidentally ended up reading an article that was describing military action overseas — you know what I’m referring to. And then, in related conversation in a different part of the day, I heard the phrase “world war three” in a less-than-joking way.

If it’s the end of the world as we know it, then let it be an end to the world that we know: the world where violence is any answer at all, where exploitation is justified, where we alienate each other. Let’s instead build a world together where we choose to risk ourselves in the pursuit of peace.

Tonight in putting my son to bed, we were wearing the same pyjamas. I was jarred by the sense that he was a younger me. I wondered, does it change how I treat this boy if I imagine I am parenting myself?

It was still hard to rise above the petty frustrations and choose kindness, but us both clad in same-same jammies was sure interesting.

Today I heard from a publisher that they’re interested in a version of the book I’ve been pitching. It’s the first time I’ve received this kind of response. I feel clear-eyed, excited and ready. Ready to listen, collaborate and respond to this opportunity by doing what comes next with as much play + seriousness, intention + whimsy, clarity + poetry as possible.

The kids were stoked after their first day of school.

The pursuit of “love-based systems” at work was intense and intentional, and yet I also found myself fading away from the spotlight. I didn’t want to speak up in meetings; my shyness overtook me.