The atmosphere of the UK this past ten days has been like nothing I have experienced before, and hopefully will not again.
We are not simply a country divided, it feels like we have quite literally combusted.
As written in this week’s Economist “It is now a week since voters narrowly opted for Brexit, and the country has seldom looked so wildly off the rails…The damage to Britain’s prosperity and to its standing in the world is already grave, and will become far worse if the country now fails to ‘take back control’ of its future.”
How very bleak.
The Economist is where I go to make sense of things happening in the world – so to me this sentence just further demonstrates the depressing gravity of the situation Britain finds itself in.
I don’t want this! I don’t like this! Why is this happening?!
My fury and rage have mostly disappeared (as long as I don’t watch the news and avoid at all costs Michael Gove’s face which makes me want to scream upon sight of it).
But it has been replaced with mostly sadness. I just find it all so incredibly depressing.
We have done it to ourselves.
Well, 52% of us have.
And the reasons for doing so remain so unclear to me. I haven’t heard a single thing which makes me think ‘ah well – there’s the silver lining!’. Nothing, because there is no silver lining.
The fact that no one seems to have a game plan, or know what to do next just makes the whole thing feel even worse.
So, this kind of sums up my general mood. Sadness, irritation, melancholy. It’s not good – and I know I am not alone! But it is nice to vent.
Waking up every day feeling like a massive moaning whingebag with a face on is not how I prefer to be, believe it or not.
So, in an effort to cheer myself up (whilst plotting things I can do to change and improve things in this here life) I have been doing the following:
Listening to a lot more music. Truthfully I am not someone who listens to music all that much, and I have even been accused (quite fairly) of not knowing anything past 1999. However, this week I have been really reminded of the restorative nature of music. It’s been a varied selection from Andreas Boccelli, The Beatles through to Radiohead. And listening to all of these things has definitely made me feel better.
Spending time with family. As mentioned, my family has been quite divided regarding the Referendum, with most older people I know voting to Leave. There have been quite a few tense whatsapp discussions and I haven’t been as pleasant as I should be, for someone claiming to foster and promote tolerance. But family is family eh. So we had dinner at my parents last night, and ate an extremely delicious meal which my Father had spent about eight hours preparing, genuinely. We had home-made chicken satay which reminded me of street food in Indonesia, and then red pork with stir-fried vegetables and rice. The first meal I ever ate in China was red pork – it was on my first night there in the city of Kunming, it was absolutely delicious and I have always remembered it. And last night it tasted just the same. Lucky old me.
Making the most of Kasper. Many spiritual people talk about the importance of being grateful, and thinking of things which we are grateful for. I have been trying to do this as much as possible. Although when you’re feeling sorry for yourself this can be hard. Still, there is always one thing at the top of my list and that is Kasper, who always wakes up happy. Not like his mother at all in that sense. How grateful for that am I!