Most mornings, I still check the news. I believe it’s important to know what’s happening in the world — what communities are facing, where people are hurting, how change is unfolding. Staying informed matters to me.
But I’m learning there’s a difference between being informed and being consumed. I've read many articles and blogs that state something along the lines of — humans haven’t had enough evolutionary time to adapt to the sheer volume of information we now face daily. Our nervous systems were designed for occasional, immediate threats, not an endless stream of global crises delivered through news and social media. This constant input overwhelms our stress response, keeping our bodies on high alert in ways that harm mental health, highlighting the gap between ancient biology and modern information overload.
For too long, my days have begun in a haze of headlines and endless doomscrolling, and I end up carrying that heaviness with me everywhere. It's made me restless in my own life, like I'm living through the world's chaos instead of tending to my own peace.
Homesteading is becoming an antidote — not a way to disconnect completely, but a way to ground myself so I can hold the world’s weight more intentionally.
