When it comes to optimism, and looking on the bright side, Iād be the least likely candidate to spring to mind, wouldnāt you think? But this morning I was tasked with chatting to Frank on U105 about channelling positivity, of all things. I was an odd choice, given that I write āThe Sour Wee Blog,ā but paradoxically, itās exactly because of this that I was asked me to contribute, because being aware of my mindset, I actively seek out ways to cope when all seems bleak. Indeed, itās my only defence to keep the proverbial āBlack Dogā from the door, and it would be easy, wouldnāt it, to fall into a collective gloom as we begin a New Year.
Over Christmas, the joy of the season was so much at odds with the atrocities reported daily on the news, that I felt a jarring sense of doom and unease. But by allowing myself to rest up a bit and read books by the fire, I felt myself replenished, and sufficiently energized enough to do parkrun and yoga classes, and as such, my mood lifted a little. And now, as work beckons and itās time to take down the tree and stash away the glittery outfits for another year, I find myself clinging to the magic, and want to keep the glowing embers aflame. In Sweden itās the custom to keep the lights on until the 13th January, and I donāt begrudge our Scandi neighbours a thing, because theyāve a long auld winter to plough through. Keep the decorations up for a while, if thatās what you want.! While we plan to take our tree to Kinedale Donkey Sanctuary on Saturday, LSB wonāt be clambering up to remove the outdoor lights for at least another week.
Small wins are a must for me, whether itās keeping up my streak on Duolingo, making dinner from scratch or putting the cork back in the bottle of wine to avoid a hangover, (mornings are tough enough in winter.) Itās taking time to drink tea from a favourite cup with a homemade truffle, or meeting a pal for a latte. Having things to look forward to is crucial, so Iām making plans for a weekend away with friends, and in November I thought ahead and planted a rake of tulips for some spring blooms. These are all small things, but added together they become significant.
When the news is very grim indeed, one could easily fall into a pit of despair. But itās not terribly helpful, is it? Running about with a face like a DUP-er at their first same sex wedding isnāt going to change anything, other than irritate the life out of those around me. LSB got me on to the Stoics a while ago, and my main take-away was trying not to excessively worry about things I canāt control. Iāve agonised over the news in the past, so much so that I was rendered unable to deal with day to day life. No good came from my angst, and it certainly didnāt make me any more productive.
This doesnāt mean that I donāt tune into the news, but Iām not doom scrolling or getting into debates on Facebook or X. Truly, that way madness lies. Rather Iām trying to focus the inspirational stuff. Might I recommend this piece of joy by Anita Chauduri in the Guardian, and Myke Bartlett on the Stoics. And finally, I felt incredibly humbled to read an article about the Ukrainian film-maker and war reporter Msytlav Chernov, whose film ā20 days in Mauripolā was released in October. Despite documenting the tragedies which unfolded when the Russians relentlessly pounded the city with bombs, he kept working in a place from which most people have fled. And this is what stuck with me; he said that no matter what they endured, no one was alone, there was always someone there, offering support. He concluded, āI find that incredibly hopeful.ā Well. If I canāt shake myself out of a stupor then, it’s a pretty poor state of affairs. Chins up everyone!