Social media campaigns have kind of taken over my life just lately. Last month I took part in The Wildlife Trust’s #30dayswild initiative and this month I’m trying to reduce my plastic usage for #plasticfreejuly. Both campaigns have blown my mind.
Being ‘wild’ for 30 days made me fall in love with our planet. My surroundings. My home. My children’s home. I’m ashamed to say that up until recently this big rock we call Earth was merely just a place I inhabited. This planet is where I was born, where I would live and where I would die. I lived without thinking too much about my impact on it. I also lived without thinking too much about the other creatures who we share the planet with and how my actions does/and will affect them.
I feel like I’ve had a wake up call. A sudden slap across the face from the hand of reality. What I do makes a difference. My actions count. And so does yours.
I want to do better. I want to be greener. I’m desperate to make positive changes in the way that I live.
But I’m also overwhelmed.
I’m overcome with guilt and frustration.
I feel so guilty for every time I’ve bought my kids some plastic tat they’ve played with for all of two minutes. Because let’s face it, kids AREN’T as interested in toys as we like to think.
I feel guilty for the God-knows-how-many toothbrushes I’ve sent to landfill in my 30 years.
I feel guilty for all the times I’ve used plastic carrier bags because I couldn’t be bothered to carry around a reusable bag.
I feel guilty for every time I’ve bought a bottle of water when I could have just drank water from a tap.
And don’t get me started on the nappies…
There’s. so. much. guilt.
I get frustrated when I stand in the park, pushing my daughter on the swings, and see litter all over the floor. How can I make a difference when other people seemingly don’t care at all? And am I really any better just because I put my rubbish in the bin? It still ends up in a hole in the ground. What difference does it make?
I get frustrated because when I go to the supermarket almost every single friggin’ thing is covered in plastic. My online food shop came the other day and I kid you not, my bananas were bubble wrapped. Bubble wrapped?! If only bananas came in their own protective layer… oh wait.
I get frustrated because I want to be better. Do better. But I don’t know where to start.
I look around my home and the mere sight of plastic sets my teeth on edge.
I can’t live like this anymore.
I need to set aside the guilt (I can’t undo what’s been done) and the frustration (it’s only getting in my way) and take small steps in the direction of a greener, more eco-friendly lifestyle.
I want to be better. I want to do better.
*Life in plastic. It’s (not) fantastic.
*Never thought I’d paraphrase the song ‘Barbie Girl’ in a blog post but hey!