I've been waiting for a new really great idea.
I got nothin'.
Well, I've got a couple, but they're ideas that I won't be following through on (ask me about Occupied Investing and Creating Affordable Housing if you've got some coin kicking around...) and I don't feel comfortable suggesting an action that isn't one I'm prepared to try myself. But if circumstances change, be sure to watch for more ideas. And of course, if you have an idea you'd like to suggest for exploration, I'm game.
In the meantime, a few thoughts.
First, I had a really happy-making conversation with a nice friend who also sometimes reads this blog. It was happy-making because she kept saying things that were just nice about all my crazy and that made me think she probably does really, actually read my crazy. And sometimes even think her own thinking about the crazy and that's just heartening to a person writing their crazy all over the internet.
One thing that's disheartening though, is when that friend says more than once, "But I feel so bad" or "I'm just spoiled" or any other version of What You Write Makes Me Think Less of Myself.
It's disheartening because I'm a bit... umm, hopeful? optimistic? deluded? and kind of hoped that the crazy was going to be of the more Inspiring, I Can Do That! variety. I had kind of imagined that it would be so possible sounding, these little changes, that everyone would do it and jump onboard and suddenly we'd be living in a cash-paid-for utopia where everyone shops down the street and is paid well and has Resistance Granola for breakfast.
Alas, 'tis unlikely. And while I have of course, reveled in despair a time or two, I mostly am at rest with the futility of it all. (Insert sermon here about the kingdom on earth as it in heaven, a rest in The Promise, and an abiding faith that All Will Be Well.) Because while the world is not greatly changed, I am a tiny bit changed. And a tiny bit of change in me is miracle enough. If my friend and her family try using cash for a month or two and find themselves a tiny bit changed, then praise be! If another friend trips across their own tiny change, then praise be twice! And so on and so on and so on... A few tiny changes are about as much as a person like me can ask for.
And so, in case you're a friend who considers self-flagellation in lieu of celebration, please, please, in the name of all that is holy, quit it. Choose your tiny change, from my list or from your own, but choose it, pursue and then celebrate whatever success you enjoy. And then maybe pass it on. Please?
In the meantime, I'll be going back to the list of eleven ideas to date, and writing a bit about how they've worked out and whatever other insights seem includable. I'll look forward to hearing from a few of you about your own experiences of trying on tiny change. As long as they're of the celebratory variety. Got that fridge lady?