So It Begins With Trash TalkHolly By Heart
By Holly by Heart
It was if the world had stopped turning, just for a second, as I stood poised over the bin with the dishwasher tablet packet. The dead whale from Blue Planet 2 was there, judging me. This innocent looking plastic packaging wasn’t so innocent. It would outlive me, my children, my grandchildren and countless more generations. I felt helpless and lost as I released the plastic into the bin. Eaten by guilt I swore then and there things would be different. I knew I was part of the problem that killed that baby whale. I vowed to be part of the solution.
I didn’t used to be like this. I’ve always cared about the environment, obviously. I’ve been to my fair share of protests and signed what must be hundreds of petitions. I mean, I used to be far more ethical about everything. Consumerism has never been my thing; I wasn’t brought up that way. The experience of going into Harrods once, where the greed was so blatant, disgusted me so much I didn’t buy anything without feeling sick for months!
So what happened? Kids. I had kids. And the sea of nappies, wipes and plastic toys took over. Convenience won and my ethics went out the window along with almost everything else that made me *me*. What can I say, in some situations you just have to do what you can to survive. The kids are bigger now, they’re out of nappies and I’m finding my way back to me again. Starting in January, I’m going to make a concerted effort to consume less, reduce my waste (particularly plastic use) and be more ethical.