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Information Overwhelm in Today’s World

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Just a week ago, Pip from Meet Me At Mikes published a pretty full-on post: “How to beat information overwhelm and still care about the world“. It’s about how we have a tendency to click past or mute anything that is tragic or confronting. Earthquakes, genocide, terrorism, economic collapse – sometimes it IS all too much.

But is switching off the answer?

Pip talked about chemical reactions our bodies have when we get this feeling of overwhelm. She talked about our social conform driven by Social Media. She discussed our glazed eyes at the news.

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BUT, she also discussed ways in which to deal with – a pretty big deal in my opinion. She didn’t ignore the reality of our lives and all the stimulus we are exposed to, instead she used it as a perfect example of how to attack this Overwhelm and how to still make amazing change in our communities and the world at large.

Although it is a hefty read (you need a good 10 minutes, uninterrupted!), it is genuinely worth it. It is insightful and intelligent and gives us all hope that we aren’t all sheep.

 

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Check out my comment at the end of the post, as I discuss how I deal with Overwhelm . . .

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For instance, this is not a normal occurrence in Oz.

Although in saying that, last year I did have a kangaroo stuck in my backyard and I don’t live in middle of suburbia, I certainly don’t live in the bush either. I live in a rapidly expanding and quite large town (officially a City, but come on!) in the South West of Australia and although we do have a mob of kangaroos living in a large paddock on the edge of town, I’d hardly say a kangaroo in the backyard is a normal thing.

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http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3052325/Meet-Dusty-kangaroo-sure-s-dog-hates-cats-Young-roo-eats-sleep-cuddles-family-s-puppies-adopted-road.html#v-3989905050001

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The Year Of Kindness & Gratitude – a Ripple Effect

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I have spoken before about my desire to re-work my existence from Depression, loss, envy and regret, to a new outlook of Gratitude and Kindness. It’s not a journey I am embarking on with haphazard attitude – I work on it EVERY day.

*  When I hang out a load of washing – I compile a Gratitude list.
*  When someone is cracking the shits, at me – I consider how kindness from me, would alter their perspective.
*  When I am driving to my boring part-time job – I compile a Gratitude list.
*  When I start my part-time job of an evening, I buy donuts or peanut biscuits (so frickin’ yummy) to share with my co-workers a couple of hours into our shift (it goes down an absolute treat, let me tell you).

So just as a stone plonking into a puddle, causes first a small ripple, which becomes a second bigger ripple and then a third larger ripple, and so on and so on . . . I am planning to have the same effect on my life and my psyche.

What do you think?
Good idea?!?

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Overcoming Hopelessness: Nick Vujicic

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Although my life has been far from idyllic, it certainly hasn’t been the trial that so many others on this planet suffer through.

I am genuinely grateful for that. However, I do have, and have had for nearly thirty years, a mental illness that has robbed my of my ability to view my life and life in general, in a true and clear manner. My vision of the world has been tinted with scratches and murky dark clouds. Clouds that became physical burdens often.

But I never stopped trying to find a solution to this situation – to the reality of my life. I kept trying and trying to find peace and maybe a speckle of happiness. I look at other sources outside my mind to generate calm and discover different points of view. I’ve heard this described as bravery or courage. To not succumb to the darkness.

I don’t think that’s what it is.

Although I no longer wake, disappointed to still be alive  – the truth is I don’t really have any passion for life. I have been banished from my nephews’ lives, my mother only remembers me when she needs something and all but a couple of friends have found my journey through Depression to be exhausting to the point of abandonment. Losing Horatio, then Jack ten months ago was in a way, the final straw in my connectivity to this world.

While I have a deep awareness of ‘Why’, it doesn’t alleviate the sting of the reality.

So, without a purpose or person or reason to ‘live’ I just muddle forward. I am building a website from scratch in the belief that one day it will provide a substantial income. I try to learn something new every day. I am building a kitchen, from the floor up. I have started a long-since dead practice of taking “Afternoon Adventures“. I Create something EVERY day. I blog. I watch. I view. I read.

Although there is no ‘happiness’ in my life I can claim to be ‘happi-er‘. And this is a grand victory against previous hopeless moments.

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Bleugh!

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I have had five good days in a row.

Max and I have made it to the beach for a walk each day, and we checked out numerous events for the Festival of Busselton. It was wonderful to be a part of something bigger that was for the most part, just about getting people to appreciate the town they live in.

But then I got shin splints from walking too much.

And then I read this.

Rosie Batty

And then I missed the fireworks, only held once a year in my town.
I LOVE fireworks.
They spark Pollyanna and I can smile for days with the memory.

This is a fraction of what I missed this year.
Apparently they were in-cred-i-ble !!!

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And then I saw this.

Scott Morrison

 

Kick a girl when she’s down why don’cha?!?

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I have no money until Thursday, and I am down to bacon and an egg for dinner. It’s all I have to eat. Not that I’m complaining. It is far from the worst my diet has been due to economic constraints.

On Thursday – I’m going to have a giant salad and a steak. Medium rare, with the blood still o oozing of it as it sits on my plate ready to be devoured.

And hopefully by then my shin splints will be better.

Doing nightfill isn’t helping – but an empty tummy hurts more, so I keep slogging along.
Most nights at work, I hear this song.

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Although I’m not a fan of John Mayer, his melodies don’t appeal – BUT his words?
WOW!

I’d like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something’s better
On the other side

I am invincible
As long as I am alive

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So

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True

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Let Them Eat Cake

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I don’t know whether I subscribe to a lot of other blogs.
Is a lot ten blogs? Or is one hundred a lot? I don’t know.
I have my favourites and that’s it.

One of these last types of bloggers/writers, is Eden Riley. I have mentioned Eden before – here and here.

I find her earnest language and her honest delivery of life’s successes and failures, is just so amazing in a world where a filter is applied to almost everything we see. She has just started to publish “Eden News”, which is a simple and short video of what she has seen in the national papers that day.

It’s thoughtful, funny and inspiring.

I dare you to watch until the end.
In fact – I double dare you.

You’ll love me forever!

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Back To School For Max & Me

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Since we lost Jack and Horatio, Max and I have suffered through many moments of disbelief.

I quite often begin a story “Max, one of my dogs”, only to realise that I no longer have three dogs – I only have one. For fifteen years I have said dogs, plural. I brought home Jack and Horatio together. Two fluffy, gorgeous little munchkins. Of which I have no photos as I couldn’t afford a camera at the time. I chose to make memories with two dogs rather than record memories without them.

Jesus I miss them so much.

Max always took his behaviour cues from Jack and Horatio. His manners and eating ritual. His pecking order in the pack. Jack especially guided Max’s way through the world, with other beings such as humans and dogs.

But since their passing, Max has lost his way. And so have I.

I have made small changes to our routine, partly out of sorrow, partly due to my new nighttime working schedule. My swinging mood hasn’t helped. And the repercussions of these changes? Last weekend I visited a girlfriend and her family, including their gorgeous four month old Black Labrador. Her name is Millie.

And Max was a right royal prick towards her. Really defensive and aggressive, even pushing the boundaries by jumping up to nip her while she was in the arms of her 10 year old owner’s daughter. That was the last straw for me. I had to face the fact . . . . .

I am no longer top dog in my household.

Shit storms and turd blossoms !!!

At least this is where one of my strengths come to the fore. Even with my depression, I know that in most situations when faced with a problem – I will seek out the best manner to deal with it. My librarian brain kicks in, despite 10 years hibernation, and I manage to ferret out some gems from the internet.

I’ve got my little shortcuts and frequently visited sites.

And so I stumbled across a slightly dishevelled South African guy, who was also easy on the eye, who lives in New Zealand with his wife and children. He has spent the last nine years perfecting his analysis of dog behaviour and now runs The Online Dog Trainer under the aptly named. Doggy Dan.

Doggy Dan

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He offers a $1 three day trial, which is perfect for tightarses financially challenged people like me. I really love his motto which is “No Force, No Fear”. He has a holistic attitude towards handling dogs and he has Five Golden Rules – that I learned in just one morning. He also has three dogs, and this seems like another good reason to take his advice on board.

Dan's three dogs and one his daughters - in total control of the hounds :)

Dan’s three dogs and one his daughters – in total control of the hounds 🙂

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Max, on the other hand, is taking a LOT longer to learn these five handy notions. He hasn’t eaten all day, because he doesn’t want to follow the new rules. That’ll last just one day!

And so Max and I are now studying and learning and trying to learn a new way to go forward.

Cross your fingers for me, please peeps.

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Just a little video as part of my quiet mission to Restore the Internet,
whereby I look for women who deserve the light.
Rather than the likes of Kim K, Miley et al.

I even have a Pinterest Board for it and everything.

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My Body Is Borrowed, My Mind Is Not

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I don’t know if I’m a fan of Beyonce.
My own prejudices and life-learned judgements impose themselves.
I’m not particularly proud of this.

But, I cannot deny her strength of character and her intelligence.

I was blown away by this mini-doco.
You will be too.

I hope.

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