There’s something we need to do

Change.

How I learned to stop worrying

Let me tell you a story about a sportsperson.

He grew up with a range of opportunities at his fingertips. Athletics in early age, with dalliances in racquet sports and archery, ultimately settling on basketball as his team sport of choice. Through his school-age, he trained regularly, playing on two teams and building his confidence and skills.

He never dreamed he’d be an Olympian.

At 14, he was pictured in his local paper, ball proudly held in hand. His success in the school team had led to an exciting phone conversation and signing up to one of the better teams in his league. His parents never questioned their decision to invest in a basketball hoop on the driveway, even though it meant parking the cars awkwardly and the incessant thunk of the ball on the pavement. Still, no-one thought he was destined for greatness. It was just the thing the kid at the end of the road did. He played basketball on the driveway. But now, years later, I think you’ll recognise his name.

OK, pause the story for a bit. This is meant to be a post about climate change.

Pouring a little cold water on the motivational storytelling for a bit.

I have been pretty down on climate change lately. It seems so far away from my everyday life in London, so bound up in the incestuous and disconnected world of policy and politics, so polarised and filled with bile or false assertions from both ends of the ideological and belief spectrum.

But for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about it.