When I was a kid, I had sporadic interest in the planet, recycling in particular. I read about what I could do. My Bible class collected soda cans. My family must have loved soda at that time. I gathered up my used paper and cut the sheets to staple them together. Making the use of the back of the sheets seemed like a big deal to me.
I found other ideas (likely from American Girl). Instead of toting a bag, I carried a cereal box. Yep, just a cereal box--not creative. I think Mom thought I was ultra weird, and she may have been a bit embarrassed.
When I was teaching, I mostly gave up water bottles, and I made notepads from extra copies.
I now use non-disposable water bottles almost exclusively. It's something.
A different kind of recycling is saving discarded ideas, images, lines, characters, and such. Making those scraps new makes me feel clean.
Inspiring lists, sparkling reads, and quirky musings from a writer~reader~wife~mama~advocate who wants to seek, create, and savor life's sweet bits.
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