FAREWELL. For now.

“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Once, a long time ago, I did a thing – and a lot of important people said I had changed the world. Today, a big part of me is ashamed of that moment. A big part of me feels directly responsible for much of the chaos and fear enveloping our nation.

At the time, I believed I was helping to make Government more transparent. I thought I was giving a voice to the voiceless and shining a light on the truth.

It was all very noble and well intentioned. Sadly, that grand experiment has failed.

For now.

I read a short story in middle school which has been haunting me the last few months. It was entitled, The Man Without A Country and it was about a man who learns to love his country while in exile.

Recently, I read that short story again and I cried.

“I know but one fate more dreadful: it is the fate reserved for those men who shall have one day to exile themselves from their country because they have attempted her ruin, and shall have at the same time to see the prosperity and honor to which she rises when she has rid herself of them and their iniquities.” — Edward Everett Hale, 1863.

I believe we sit at a crossroads. What we do next, as individuals, as organizations, as towns and cities and communities, as a nation – matters. I believe we have lost the ability to think for ourselves. We are buried under a constant stream of information and misinformation. We care more about “likes” and “eyeballs” than we do about real people, real issues, or even ourselves. We have lost the ability to stand in another’s shoes – to see from different perspectives. We live in silos and echo chambers. We no longer listen to one another. We have even lost the ability to sit quietly with our own thoughts. We have become stubborn and bullheaded, and angry and unkind. We see only in black and white.

But the world is full of gray. And the world exists outside of our screens and devices.

This past Tuesday night, I started telling the people I love how much they mean to me. Some directly. With others, circumstances required a slightly less direct path. If I didn’t get to you, and you’re reading these words – know I love you. Know you are amazing and beautiful and glorious. You are stardust. Literally.

From the beginning, we all knew this could go one of two ways. Sadly, at least for the moment, addiction is winning over temperance, greed is gaining over the common good, despair is crushing hope, evil is triumphing over good, and…it seems hate does indeed trump love.

For now.

Like many of you, I am uncertain and fearful. The world no longer makes sense. I don’t have any answers. I wish I did. But in truth, I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting invisible enemies. I’m tired of caring too much or not enough. I’m tired of being told what to think and how to believe. The signal to noise ratio is destroying my soul.

Don’t worry, this isn’t a suicide note. I haven’t gone off to kill myself, on the contrary, I’ve gone off to LIVE. If you need me, I’ll be out on trail somewhere, or climbing a mountain, or drinking overpriced coffee in a cafe, or reading a book by the creek, or learning to slackline, or sitting on a cushion staring at a wall, or taking a vegan cooking class, or singing in a tent, or practicing yoga in the park, or walking barefoot in the grass, or marching to protest against injustice, or campaigning for those who champion the good, or swimming in a lake, or writing a letter to my grandmother, or feeding the homeless, or reading The Atlantic, or watching a sunset, or microdosing psychedelics, or cleaning house, or writing in my journal, or building websites, or training for my next race, or speaking at a conference, or taking a girl’s trip to Maine (this one is for you Pistachio – expect us in September), or learning a new language, or researching countries to move to should things here get much worse, or drinking wine while painting and listening to the best film scores of the last century, or a million other things my privilege as a white heterosexual woman in America affords me. I need a break from the constant stream of hate and hopelessness. I need to find a way to believe love wins. And then, I have to find a way to love this country again.

Which means – I need to walk away.

For now.

Be good my fellow people of the interwebs. Do good. Fight for good. Seek the good. I’m leaving a list of good people doing good things in the sidebar (I’ll do my best to keep updating this as time goes on). They are storytellers. Activists. Truth seekers. Follow them to the light.

They say it’s always darkest before the dawn. Until then, look for the helpers. Be excellent to each another. Don’t panic and carry a towel. Remember, “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”

O’Grady Out (mic drop).

So it goes…
-E

June 21st, 2018

P.S. The dress was gold and white. Yanny. More Cowbell. Shun the Non-Believer. Chuck Norris knows Victoria’s Secret. All your base are belong to us. I can has Cheezburger? One last thing – this is the most important link of your life (click now…or be forever curious).

Do Good.
Fight For Good.
Seek the Good.

These are the helpers. These are the people doing their best to do good in our chaotic, messed-up world. I will do my best to keep this list current and updated. Support these people where you can. It can be as easy as sharing a link,  signing a petition, making a donation, or simply sending them a note of thanks. This kind of work is often thankless and grueling.

No matter what – practice kindness – both to your friends and your enemies. The world needs this now more than ever. 

Together Rising

You see suffering in your community and around the world. You want to help, but don't know where to turn. Turn to Together Rising to transform your heartache into action.

Glennon Doyle Melton

This Love Warrior is tireless in her dedication to help ease suffering for communities and families all over the world.

Hello Neighbor

Hello Neighbor works to improve the lives of recently resettled refugee families by matching them with dedicated neighbors to guide and support them in their new lives.

Sloane Davidson

I once had the pleasure of partnering with Sloane on a summer tour promoting Window's Phone 7 - she's spent her life helping others.

And remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.

Ann Richards

FAREWELL. For now.

“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Once, a long time ago, I did a thing – and a lot of important people said I had changed the world. Today, a big part of me is ashamed of that moment. A big part of me feels directly responsible for much of the chaos and fear enveloping our nation.

At the time, I believed I was helping to make Government more transparent. I thought I was giving a voice to the voiceless and shining a light on the truth.

It was all very noble and well intentioned. Sadly, that grand experiment has failed.

For now.

I read a short story in middle school which has been haunting me the last few months. It was entitled, The Man Without A Country and it was about a man who learns to love his country while in exile.

Recently, I read that short story again and I cried.

“I know but one fate more dreadful: it is the fate reserved for those men who shall have one day to exile themselves from their country because they have attempted her ruin, and shall have at the same time to see the prosperity and honor to which she rises when she has rid herself of them and their iniquities.” — Edward Everett Hale, 1863.

I believe we sit at a crossroads. What we do next, as individuals, as organizations, as towns and cities and communities, as a nation – matters. I believe we have lost the ability to think for ourselves. We are buried under a constant stream of information and misinformation. We care more about “likes” and “eyeballs” than we do about real people, real issues, or even ourselves. We have lost the ability to stand in another’s shoes – to see from different perspectives. We live in silos and echo chambers. We no longer listen to one another. We have even lost the ability to sit quietly with our own thoughts. We have become stubborn and bullheaded, and angry and unkind. We see only in black and white.

But the world is full of gray. And the world exists outside of our screens and devices.

This past Tuesday night, I started telling the people I love how much they mean to me. Some directly. With others, circumstances required a slightly less direct path. If I didn’t get to you, and you’re reading these words – know I love you. Know you are amazing and beautiful and glorious. You are stardust. Literally.

From the beginning, we all knew this could go one of two ways. Sadly, at least for the moment, addiction is winning over temperance, greed is gaining over the common good, despair is crushing hope, evil is triumphing over good, and…it seems hate does indeed trump love.

For now.

Like many of you, I am uncertain and fearful. The world no longer makes sense. I don’t have any answers. I wish I did. But in truth, I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting invisible enemies. I’m tired of caring too much or not enough. I’m tired of being told what to think and how to believe. The signal to noise ratio is destroying my soul.

Don’t worry, this isn’t a suicide note. I haven’t gone off to kill myself, on the contrary, I’ve gone off to LIVE. If you need me, I’ll be out on trail somewhere, or climbing a mountain, or drinking overpriced coffee in a cafe, or reading a book by the creek, or learning to slackline, or sitting on a cushion staring at a wall, or taking a vegan cooking class, or singing in a tent, or practicing yoga in the park, or walking barefoot in the grass, or marching in protest against injustice, or campaigning for those who champion the good, or swimming in a lake, or writing a letter to my grandmother, or feeding the homeless, or reading The Atlantic, or watching a sunset, or microdosing psychedelics, or cleaning house, or writing in my journal, or building websites, or training for my next race, or speaking at a conference, or taking a girl’s trip to Maine (this one is for you Pistachio – expect us in September), or learning a new language, or researching countries to move to should things here get much worse, or drinking wine while painting and listening to the best film scores of the last century, or a million other things my privilege as a white heterosexual woman in America affords me. I need a break from the constant stream of hate and hopelessness. I need to find a way to believe love wins. And then, I have to find a way to love this country again.

Which means – I need to walk away.

For now.

Be good my fellow people of the interwebs. Do good. Fight for good. Seek the good. I’m leaving a list of good people doing good things in the sidebar (I’ll do my best to keep updating this as time goes on). They are storytellers. Activists. Truth seekers. Follow them to the light.

They say it’s always darkest before the dawn. Until then, look for the helpers. Be excellent to each another. Don’t panic and carry a towel. Remember, “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”

O’Grady Out (mic drop).

So it goes…
-E

June 21st, 2018

P.S. The dress was gold and white. Yanny. More Cowbell. Shun the Non-Believer. Chuck Norris knows Victoria’s Secret. All your base are belong to us. I can has Cheezburger? One last thing – this is the most important link of your life (click now…or be forever curious).

Do Good.
Fight For Good.
Seek the Good.

These are the helpers. These are the people doing their best to do good in our chaotic, messed-up world. I will do my best to keep this list current and updated. Support these people where you can. It can be as easy as sharing a link,  signing a petition, making a donation, or simply sending them a note of thanks. This kind of work is often thankless and grueling.

No matter what – practice kindness – both to your friends and your enemies. The world needs this now more than ever. 

Together Rising

You see suffering in your community and around the world. You want to help, but don't know where to turn. Turn to Together Rising to transform your heartache into action.

Glennon Doyle Melton

This Love Warrior is tireless in her dedication to help ease suffering for communities and families all over the world.

Hello Neighbor

Hello Neighbor works to improve the lives of recently resettled refugee families by matching them with dedicated neighbors to guide and support them in their new lives.

Sloane Davidson

I once had the pleasure of partnering with Sloane on a summer tour promoting Window's Phone 7 - she's spent her life helping others.

And remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.

Ann Richards