It’s true, though: being “green” is often a b*tch.
When I get sent packages in the mail, for example, I don’t get to just toss the styrofoam peanuts and packages they come in—I recycle what I can and store the rest to reuse for my own mailing needs. Doesn’t sound so bad, but it entails a few extra steps, and storage, and…well, ultimately it saves me a few bucks, and saves Mother Earth a few hundred pounds a year of landfill waste. Much of which doesn’t biodegrade (you know, decompose—ever).
So “green,” for me, isn’t a feel good way of life—it’s an age old way of life, one my grandparents and their parents probably practiced. It’s thrifty. And, yeah, it’s a b*tch.
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July’s Full Moon in Capricorn: The Heart wants what it Wants. The 4 Stages of a Good Divorce. Our Soulmates are Rarely Who We Expect. A Letter to my Children: You do not come from a Broken Home. Men, Let’s Stop Fooling Ourselves: Size Matters. To the One Who Tried to Break Me. An Open Letter to the Fixers. Mom, can I Call her Mom, Too? How your Stored Memories in the Amygdala can lead to PTSD. Jon Stewart makes first appearance since retiring—”it’s not your country.”