Here comes Earth Day! Great for those of us who have something environmentally juicy on our plates and a friendly prod in the back for those of us slacking. This week I'm forced to remind myself of the projects I didn't have time to get in and the environmental justice books I didn't get around to reading.
I gaze, glassy-eyed, into the heaping pile of recycling from the past semester and my roommate gently chirps, "Wow, you know it's really crazy to see all the stuff we use!"
"NO! It's not all ours," I plead. "A lot of it is from work, stuff people left, parties ..." I trail off.
Sure, it's true, I do collect the recyclables at work and bring them home every week, and some of it may have been discarded by a visitor or two. But she's right. There is a mass oozing out from under my desk. I could gasp at our dedication to recycling when things would be a lot easier (and more spacious) if we just tossed the stuff. I could view it endearingly, seeking wisdom from it like the All Knowing Trash Heap in Fraggle Rock. But I choose to take a tip from my roommate and make this Earth Day my environmental resolution. It won't be so, well, resolute as losing 10 pounds or not cursing when visiting my parents.
My Earth Day resolution is this: I pledge to give myself a hard time. I pledge to refuse the superfluously packaged junk food when I'm tired after a particularly monotonous meeting about environmental legislation. I pledge to have a smaller recycling heap. I pledge to miss less activist trainings, to pick up the plastic bag I passed on the ground while hurrying to Natural Resource Management class, to never turn off my conscience. In essence, I pledge to be more active in my activism.