I’m not going to lie, I’m overwhelmed.
I’m working so hard on changing my plastic-buying habits; sourcing out shops, taking longer routes, working hard to avoid that which is literally everywhere. And in the rare, occasional moment, I stop dashing around, and I feel very alone in my plight of plastic prevention.
OK I’m being dramatic, if Instagram is anything to go by, I’m nowhere near alone in my plastic aversion but, at times, I feel like Sandra Bullock in Bird Box; alone and blinded, trying to lead blind people away from death… something non-dramatic like that…
Plastic. Is. Everywhere. I can’t get away and now that my blindfold is off, I can’t stop seeing it all, To top it off, I’m making worse choices as a result. To give you an example, two weeks ago, I ran a 10k and didn’t grab a bottle of water, I then avoided taking painkillers before finishing the day scowling at bar staff for giving me a straw, hungry from the lack of plastic-free snacks and sandwiches.. the list is endless and I’m recognising the need to step back and protect my mental health around this topic. Because actually, I’m no good to this process if I’ve become an all-consumed, anti-social, obsessive, miserable maniac. 🤪
Ultimately, I just need to get better at scheduling my life choices into my week without taking them out on other people. I’m three months in now and when I’m ill or tired, my standards slip but it’s important that we learn to adapt our lifestyles at every opportunity possible!
As Malorie in Bird Box said, ‘We are going on the trip now. It’s going to be rough. It’s going to feel like it’s going on for a long time, so it’s going to be hard to stay alert.’ But stay alert and determined we must, we’re all in it together after all.