You’re Scaring Me

Stop trying to scare me. Stop telling me that chemicals in my environment are making me fat. Stop telling me that my children aren’t getting smarter, that my brain is deteriorating as I write this, that my food is contaminated, my house is killing me, my car is ruining the world.

I’m not saying these things aren’t true, a lot of them are. I’m doing the best I can, cutting out some things here, reusing other things there, and recycling so much that my pantry resembles a packaging factory. I am trying to save myself, my children, the world.

The problem is, the more I do, the more studies come out that the opposite is in fact truer, that what I’ve been doing needs to stop and their is a new and better way. I’m willing to try something new. But the world keeps getting worse, people are still dying, and I’m pretty sure my brain function is at an all time low (it may be all the confusing data entering and exiting.)

So, I ask you, what should I actually be doing. The only thing I can come up with is, maybe, at the end of the day, the best I can do is live simply. Maybe I should cut out all extraneous wants, pare down to the basics, and try to enjoy life. Otherwise, I am going to go insane with worry and dread and that’s no way to live, especially since I just read they found a miraculous anti-aging cream as well as the cure to dying.