It happens often. A large job waits for me, and for a moment it seems almost impossible. Or, if not impossible, at least quite daunting and far more than I want to tackle. It might be planning and planting the garden, or clearing a fence line overgrown with blackberry, or simply completing some new task I'm unfamiliar with. In that moment, the doubts creep in. It feels like too much. It feels too hard. It's overwhelming. I'm not of the personality that tends to thrive on these challenges; faced with such tasks, I often want to go sit on a sunny patio with a good beer or curl up inside with a good book. I am a creature of comfort. I can't deny this.
Sometimes I do this. I ignore the job in front of me, the unwanted but necessary work. When I do this, I'm almost always poorer for it. The temporary comfort of ignoring the necessity gives way eventually to the consequences of an important job undone. Turning your back on reality does not make it go away. It only adds to the ferocity of its eventual return.
How many ways this is applicable. I have two jobs--not at all hard--that I've been avoiding today. One is the writing of a post for this blog. The other is going over to my previous place of residence and dealing with the piles of recyclables that I need to sort and take to the local recycling center. Neither of these tasks has yet to be completed. Outside, it has been raining throughout the day, often heavy. And so I've found myself inside, drinking coffee, reading a report on the shale bubble, reading a post on The Automatic Earth about building out renewables, conversing with my roommates, avoiding the nagging reminder in the back of my mind that there are jobs to be done. This is not a good response to my reality, to my present, to my future. It's a small failure--not helpful, but not disastrous, either.
Yet there's no reason not to tackle the jobs. The blog post can be written--it's just that no idea is grabbing me by the throat, demanding my attention. I have plenty of ideas, though, that have been waiting for months to be written. Nothing is stopping me but my own small avoidance. And the recycling, as well, is not such a big deal, but it does need to be done. Others are waiting for me to complete this task. It's another small failure, this time at a community level. It doesn't help.
Last night, John Michael Greer argued that the shale bubble is on the verge of popping, and that it could mean another round of harsh economic realities for us in the near future. He wrote of a bubble-and-bust economic trend to be carried out over the foreseeable future and all the complications of dealing with our current and future circumstances that will entail. We face a troubled present, and more troubled future, consisting of constricting energy resources, a dysfunctional economy, and the hard realities of contraction. There are a number of responses we could take--none of which would solve the problem, granted, but could help soften the predicament--but due to our inability, as a culture and society, to face up to the truth of what's taking place, we will not be able to marshal the action and resources to carry out those responses. As such, our likely response as a society to the future is one in which we "evolve through crisis, not through proactive change," as Dennis Meadows noted in an interview in Der Spiegel. We are not planning a sane response to our future; we can't even agree on the foundations of a sane response. Counting on centralized action at this point would be disastrous.
Luckily, we're not at the mercy of centralized action. Every one of us holds the ability to change our lives. This ability is not complete or unencumbered, granted, but we can challenge societal norms, opt out from excess modes of living, and begin the hard and necessary work of scaling back our lives to a level more appropriate for a contracting economy and deindustrializing world. We can engage the household economy. We can learn to garden, to raise and care for livestock, to cook from scratch. We can take up coppicing, experiment with biochar, build rocket stoves, teach ourselves the ecological principles that more and more will assert themselves in the day-to-day reality of our lives. We can expose ourselves to the outside climate, scale back our need for climate control, learn to live with heat and cold in ways that don't involve a thermostat and piped in fuel. We can remember what it is to be human, to live in communities, to build democracies, and we can get down to the hard work of implementing again those realities and complex human interactions. We can insulate our homes, put on sweaters, sit in the shade of a tree on a hot summer day. We can bike to work, walk to the store, take the train rather than the plane, ride the bus, either across town or across the state, or just stay home. We can begin to cut out our wasteful habits and tendencies--unnecessary entertainments and distractions, that cable bill, that Netflix account, high speed internet, video games, Blu-Rays. We can turn off the television. We can replace vacuous pop culture with meaningful work, useful hobbies, sustaining activities. We can, in other words, get out of the game.
That's a small list of the things we can do, today or tomorrow or early next week--but soon, damn it. It's not time to just think about these changes, philosophize about them, talk in abstract ways about them. It's time to do them. Every day is important. Every day puts us closer to the next crisis and a form of evolution that is chaotic and messy and painful. Every day spent changing our lives in response to the crisis before it happens is another step toward a more humane response to the challenges of the future, hopefully a bit less chaotic and messy and painful. And every action we take to help soften our own personal blow, we put ourselves in a better position to help our community--which in a lovely feedback loop, may very well help to further soften the personal blow of the hard times here now, and the worse ones coming.
But this means work. It's inevitable. It's unavoidable, no matter how good we are at avoiding it. Thinking about the popping of the shale gas bubble, perhaps another recession like in 2008, or perhaps something worse, can be frightening and paralyzing. It seems so big--it is big. It's challenging. It's overwhelming. And the more dependent we are on the overarching system, the more vulnerable we are, the more challenging and hopeless it might seem. But allowing ourselves to be overwhelmed by that challenge, that sense of hopelessness, that fear--it's pointless. It doesn't help us. Avoiding it does not eliminate the predicament. Busying ourselves with other, unproductive tasks does not better our future.
It's a cliche, but it's the getting to work that usually is the hardest. It's that initial engagement that can so easily stop us. But once we begin the process, it can snowball from there. Not always, of course--sometimes there are challenges, missteps, moments of depression and despair that temporarily halt our progress. But again, we have to press forward and continue on, to not allow ourselves to lose out to that sense of impossibility.
The antidote to fear is good work. Never forget that. It's one of the most important truths we have right now.
When you get into the thick of the work, when it begins to click, the world starts to fall into place. Everything hums. It's exhilarating. The progress begins to build upon itself, each step forward suddenly seeming a bit longer and a bit more sure, a bit more emphatic. The final accomplishment begins to come into view, and in view of that accomplishment, many more seem possible. This is another positive feedback loop, and it's one of the most important ones for the troubled times ahead.
Today I can grow a garden, raise livestock, make bread and butter and yogurt and homemade sodas, cook from scratch, suffer the cold, weather the heat, and thrive on physical work. Not too many years ago, I either couldn't or cared not to do all those things. But those skills and that knowledge did not come at once. It was a long procession--a procession that continues to this day. It was filled with leaps forward and fallings back. It was filled with triumph, with exhilaration, and with uncountable moments in which it all felt impossible, in which I questioned every decision I had made. It involved depression and doubt. And it involved resolve and certainty.
But all my successes ultimately came about through work. It came about through engagement, through tentative first steps, through a process of discovery. And all of it involved initial doubts and fears, often times overwhelming. As I said, I am a creature of comfort. Some people thrive off new challenges and the opportunity to master unknown skills. I don't, at least not instinctively. That's not my psychology. I hate to appear incompetent. I hate to admit I don't know what I'm doing. I like comfort and routine and ease. But despite all these traits, I've managed to dramatically change my life and learn an array of new skills over the preceding five years--and every year, I learn a vast amount more. Granted, there's still a vast amount I don't know--I'm still incredibly ignorant about so much--but I'm in a far more resilient place than I was just a few years ago.
I worry about what might happen with the shale gas bubble, or with some other sort of dramatic economic trouble. I suspect another shock to the system is coming soon, perhaps later this year or next. It seems a bit too quiet and our economic foundation is far too rickety and rotten. My worry, though, is more about my family and friends, and my community, than myself. I think I'm a bit insulated. I know I can live on a small amount of money--relatively speaking--and could cut back even more if necessary. I suspect my work is mostly safe from economic shocks, at least up to a point. (I could be wrong about that, of course. The economy is a tricky, complex, interrelated system.) I have skills. I have potential fall back plans. Nothing is guaranteed, but I don't expect the next economic shocks to wipe me out.
That small sense of security is, again, the result of the work I've done over recent years. It's a result not of centralized action, but of personal action. It's a result of the ways in which I've changed my life, changed my expectations, built my skills, built my resiliency, and engaged my community. It's about me getting down to the business of saving my own ass--with an irreplaceable number of assists from my local community, of course!--and accepting the trade offs that that entails. I don't mean this to sound self-congratulatory; my sense of security could be a complete illusion, or the next troubles could be far worse than I expect. I only mean to advocate for a course of action that I suspect could benefit every person who reads this.
The future is one of crises. I write that with complete confidence. Our ways of living, in the developed world, are brittle at best. They are temporary. They are perched upon the ricketiest of foundations, and they are going to come down bit by bit, in a slow overall crumble punctuated by the occasional dramatic collapse.
But our lives are not entirely at the mercy of the broader societal crises that are an inevitable piece of our future. We can take action now to insulate ourselves a bit against those crises. We can choose to evolve proactively at the individual and community level. In doing so, we can make the future a tiny bit better. We can have our own small impact.
It's not a panacea. It's not a grand fix. It's just our small piece, our little bit of action. It's those first steps in the face of an intractable and overwhelming predicament. But it's necessary, because there's nothing else to do, unless we're content to lay down and die. We could turn our back on the future and pretend its challenges aren't real, but that would be a terrible mistake. It already promises a great enough ferocity; let us please not make it worse. Begin the work today. Start tackling those problems. If you haven't taken the first steps, take them today. If you have, but you've faltered, get back to work. And if you're cruising right along, continue that hard and necessary process.
I expect no centralized solutions. But every day, even in the midst of the crises, the individual solutions and responses are there for the taking, in every person's own life. That's the hope. That's the antidote.
(Cross-posted from my blog, Of The Hands.)