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Thinking too much

Found out I've got heaps of time off work this week... It's a strange paradox when your given heaps of time and have lots of ideas for positive change in community for sustainability, helping those in need (given the festive season), with creative solutions through music, art, etc... But confusion about where my efforts are best spent stops every plan in its tracks. Doubt is an reoccurring rain-cloud hanging over my overactive mind.

Pick one.
I have free time. That is certain. What am I most passionate about? Democracy in NZ, protecting environmental links crucial to our survival, pollinators, sustainable farming, clean waterways, controlling carbon emissions.
Whats closest to my heart is protecting NZ's beautiful coastline, beaches, fauna and flora having grown up on the east coast up north. Protecting this from pollution through oil drilling seems the biggest issue and threat to Northland (and Auckland's) ecological value.

Sometimes I lose hope and it seems the worlds fucked so whats the point in trying? Sometimes I think I should just appreciate the present and make the most of my time while I can. The answer is somewhere in between, it's important to do what you can but also to live light-hearted and accept that you can't control everything.
But control and do what you can, by being proactive and find local groups to join and help. Working together with likeminded people is the best way forward.

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