I feel like I am treading water in an open sea. I feel like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. I feel like I don’t know what to feel.
And certainly I am at a loss for what to write. Me, who is never at a loss for topics, ideas, and thoughts.
Yesterday I drove my grandfather around to banks and investment houses and an accountant, so that he could make sure all of his finances were in order. So that he could make sure that he understood exactly where his stocks and bonds and cds were, and whether or not the bank would be able to hold his funds if the bank failed, how much of his money he had lost, what the penalties were for withdrawing some of it early in case he needed to… so many things to think about.
The man is a genius when it comes to money. Some of you may remember that among many other things during his life, he was a banker. He understands economics at the micro and macro levels intimately, he invests cautiously and smartly, he surrounds himself with others who are good informants for more details. My grandfather and his wife are living off of the interest from his savings, he has an elaborate system of cds and all sorts of investments at different banks.
Why am I going on about this?
Because I’m scared. And that my grandfather is worried makes me worried, too. He has told me all about the days of living through the Depression. It was a difficult life.
I am trying to change careers and I have debt hanging over my head from student loans, and this is not a good time for me to be living through a world financial crisis.
The world needs to be fighting climate change, and working toward good alternatives for its finite supply of oil, and tackling malnutrition and severe poverty and the suffering of creatures and environments everywhere. But we can’t when we’re all paralyzed with fear.
I want to write about the Green Your Insides Challenge and the Growing Challenge and the Buy Sustainably Challenge, but every time I start to write, the subject seems hollow in the face of widespread fear and financial distress.
What would help you all right now? What can I write to make you feel better? Do you need distractions? Tips for saving money? Or business as usual? Do you need news or are you saturated? What can I write and say that will help you live your lives happier, healthier, and more fulfilled?
What I’m asking, I think, is How are you doing? How are you feeling? Are you overwhelmed? Are you hurting? Are you ok?
And what are you looking for when you come here to read my words, especially during these more difficult times?
How can I give you what you need?