I've fallen off the wagon. Hard.
It's so easy to make excuses say things like, "I can't line-dry, the puppy will eat the sheets." which is sort of true. But the reality is, I've lost my zeal. Stick-to-it-ness (perseverance, if you're boring) is not my strong suit. So I've slacked off. Paper plates have appeared in the house. The counter composter started attracting fruit flies. Rather than trying to find creative solutions, I've crapped out.
But now this: BP Spill in Alaska And another in Yellowstone.
It has to stop. I have to get back on the wagon because waste really is a matter of life an death, not just for my family, but for ecosystems everywhere.
I'm recommitting. I'm not excited, but I'm determined. Maybe that's better.