bloomer
A place for optimism, relentless positivity, anti-doomerism, and snuggle sessions.
We're all in this together, and a better world is possible!
This is now also a space for organizing tips for our collective survival as we confront climate change and everything else. Still no doom-posting. We're here to work together, support each other, and boldly face the future.
Rules:
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Familiarize yourself with the site-wide Code of Conduct
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No doom, no gloom, only bloom. There's plenty of room for doomerism elsewhere. This community is solely for having a positive outlook on the future and spreading good vibes.
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Be kind to your fellow users. This also means no arguing in the comm. Arguments and negativity are not conducive to blooming. Constructive discussion is good. No interest-policing. Support your comrades in their joy!
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Always share good news. We can't exactly enforce this one, but if you have good news, please share it with us! Keeping happiness and positivity to yourself is the twelfth type of liberalism.
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My kid. I know cliche, but everything else sucks so....
My nephew is 2 and he is single handedly keeping my sanity in check.
Wholesome
This is totally projection, but my little one’s current thing is to make little houses for her toy figurines out of magnatiles…she’s literally providing them with free housing and ensuring they’re well furnished…”Neal needs a house, I’m going to make it for him”
My kids really do recharge my batteries. I always do a "big hug" with my oldest (3 1/2) before we get into bedtime stories, we count to 20 and then flop on the bed. Last night, she started giving me silly smooches every other number. It was funny, it tickled, so I couldn't help but laugh, which only made her laugh more. Just a pure moment of joy at the end of the night.
Not to be even more cliché, but it really do be like this sometimes:
Every child of the world is my child. I don't really like kids but I want them all to be protected and educated and fed and happy.