My experience with zero waste has had its ups and downs from the beginning. And with my blog coming to an end, I thought a little reflection would be appropriate.
I love that I started this blog and that I got in touch with so many other like-minded bloggers in the process. Thank you, Inge, for finding me. I know I reached a much larger audience because of your connections.
I loathe that whenever I see obscene amounts of trash on city streets (or even a little bit of trash at the beach) I lose all hope that “zero waste” will ever make a difference in the scheme of things.
I love it when people see me loading my jars onto the belt at the grocery store and compliment my shopping style. And even if they don’t, I hope it sparks thought.
I loathe that if I veer from my shopping/meal plan, I can’t just pop into the store on a whim because I won’t have the necessary containers.
I love that the people in my life know about my preferences and accept them.
I loathe it when I say “No, thank you” to freebies and get looked at like I’m stuck-up, rude, and/or ungrateful.
I love bringing my own coffee mug and containers when I go out to eat and I always hope it inspires others to do the same.
I loathe that so many businesses across the country still use plastic utensils, boxes, and bags (not to mention styrofoam!).
I love that I rarely make trash and no matter what anyone else thinks, I’ll always be proud of that.
I loathe that I can’t go anywhere without someone trying to give my kids a trinket, sticker, piece of candy, or other item that is ultimately trash. (Of course my kids don’t mind receiving these things, but it seems inescapable and it drives me crazy sometimes.)
I love that our children are aware of zero waste and know how to look out for the earth, even if they occasionally taunt me with their trash or don’t carry on my crazy ways in the future.
And since there’s nothing else to loathe… I love that I will have more free time as a blog-less woman, although I know I will miss writing *very* much.