“The happiest people do not have the best of everything; they make the best of everything they have.” ― Anonymous
I’m a bit late for this; Ostara and the Spring Equinox was yesterday, but today’s weather is a better fit for it. I’m digesting a bit with the new Noferatu flavored tea I purchased while Hubby and I were at a recent comic convention. It is a delicious lemon-ginger herbal blend. When I’m done, we’re taking a walk. Our plum tree has blossomed―a hopeful symbol at this time.
As war cooks up in the Middle East, civilian living has changed, forcing us to come to terms with the fact that a lot of our living standards are about to change. Things will be more difficult. I’m not a supporter of toxic positivity; however, I do see myself as the embodiment of a quote I saw at our local sandwich shop yesterday:
“The happiest people do not have the best of everything; they make the best of everything they have.”
This sentiment… this perspective is something we could all do more of every day.
This idea is one of many things this moon cycle that has helped me hang on even though the future is unquestionably in question. My best friend summed up what I’ve been feeling lately: “Our childhood was a scam.” Everything from the food we eat to the reason we go to school to the media we consume to the politicians we vote for to the reasons for being patriotic. Rather than be consumed with hatred for this timeline of events, however, I thought it would be more practical to opt out of traditional American norms as often as possible in favor for directing our intentions toward a war free, Epstein free, climate conscious, and peaceful tomorrow. On a super simple scale, this means, buying based on need instead of algorithmic want, prioritizing knowledge and community over viral videos and comments, and working to get the hell out of debt and subscription-based services. It also means not outsourcing our thinking to artificial intelligence or charismatic charlatans.
I’ve said this before, but now I definitely feel it now: I’ve never been so exhausted by life here. Even though I don’t buy things often, I’m still tired of buying things, tired of algorithms, tired of AI, and everything else American society is trying to shove down my throat so that I am in an endless spiral of pain, debt, and loss. I just want to be left alone to my own chosen devices: reading, writing, gardening, and creating. I’m sure you feel similarly.
So, for the sabbat of Ostara, as spring opens up its warm arms, I am going to be crafting my way to freedom, but on my own terms and with my own tools and my own budget. Building local community and staying involved is what is best for rough times ahead. Only the privileged have the option to opt out.
Cozy Crafting and Art 
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