Judith had embarked on a process of consciousness raising. She’d been watching a video by one of her favourite YouTube gurus.
‘The world is going to hell in a handcart,’ he’d said. ‘But all is not lost. It might be difficult to change the power structures, but there is something you can do. You can become a better you.’
According to the guru, there were two basic ways to change the world. One was to work on the external structures and institutions that perpetuated the situation where oligarchs and tyrants were running the show, and the other was to work on yourself. Of the two, the second option seemed immediately more appealing. It required looking inside yourself, finding the things that needed changing and working on them.
The first thing that came to mind was that she could be kinder to friends. She’d got into the habit of late, of not answering the phone. It had all started during Covid when phone calls from friends had become interminable, since they weren’t able to meet up in person. And on top of that, there were lots of hoax calls, and you were forever trying not to be caught out.
‘People will always ring back if it’s urgent,’ Judith would tell people.
Next time the phone rang she would go back to checking caller-display before picking up. Her friend Angela was the first to ring.
‘How are you today?’ Judith asked in the most cheerful voice she could muster. Angela had innumerable health issues and liked to go into them in detail. There would follow a lengthy conversation about Angela’s health.
‘Would you like me to come round and do some shopping?’ Judith burst out with, thinking it would keep the conversation short. ‘I’m going into town today.’
Angela was taken aback at first but not being one to waste an opportunity, she furnished Judith with a lengthy shopping list. By the time she’d dropped off Angela’s shopping, Judith was late home for lunch, and too late for her customary afternoon nap.
Skimping on sleep meant she really needed the twenty-minute nap after lunch. It became an integral part of her daily routine. It revived her enough to be able to cope with the rest of the day. And there were other benefits. A nap settled the mind and kept random thoughts at bay - thoughts like, ‘Would there ever be a peace agreement in the major wars that were raging, or would the whole situation develop into World War III?’
Being a night owl by nature, Judith never went to bed before twelve o’clock. She preferred to stay up and watch the news on TV and the late-night Press preview. Being in the know about what was happening in the world somehow made her feel one step ahead. Once in bed, she’d then watch films on Netflix until she fell asleep.
Without the nap, she was tired and irritable. The only thing to do was to focus on her self-improvement programme. One thing she’d noticed of late was her propensity to criticise the newsreaders on TV.
‘Why on earth is she wearing those flared trousers?’ A voice inside her would say, when one of them had changed from her normal attire. Or ‘why doesn’t she realise that curly hair doesn’t suit her? Her hair is naturally straight.’
The newsreaders were invariably female. She was horrified to realise that she was doing what men were often accused of doing – judging women by their appearance. It might be a case of blaming the messenger, the bringer of bad news, but still it was hypocritical. She resolved to refrain from her criticism and to listen to what they said in future.
The guru maintained that we could essentially choose who we wanted to be, that it wasn’t all down to fate. Judith was a night owl. What if she were to change the habit of a lifetime and become an early bird?
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise, was a saying often reiterated by her mother, who was also fond of saying, ‘You’ve missed the best part of the day,’ whenever Judith emerged from her weekend slumbers at nine o’clock in the mornings. Her mother would have been up since six.
Becoming an early bird meant going to bed early and missing the news. Not hearing about all the atrocities that were going on in the world could only be a good thing. Judith looked forward to many restful nights of sleep ahead. But getting up early proved to be more of a challenge than she’d imagined. She had to reset her body clock. It meant reintroducing an alarm clock into her life - something she had happily abandoned in retirement. Going to bed early wasn’t the same thing as going to sleep early. For a week she tossed and turned into the early hours, barely falling asleep before the alarm clock rang.
It wasn’t long before she reverted to type. A night owl was what she’d always been and a night owl she would stay. There were some things you couldn’t change. Working on yourself was a distraction, anyway. She couldn’t put it off any longer. It was time to start working on the second option - changing the structures that allowed megalomaniacs to get into power. But who knew how you did that?
About the author
Jenny Palmer writes short stories, poetry, memoir and family history. Her collections 'Keepsake and Other Stories.' 2018, and 'Butterflies and Other Stories,' 2024, were published by Bridge House, and are on Amazon. 'Witches, Quakers and Nonconformists,' 2022, is sold at the Pendle Heritage Centre, Barrowford.
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