I found this in one of my old journals written back in May of 2004.
“When you finally realize no matter how hard you try, how good you are, how much you work—the insignificant difference you make won’t save the world; there is both an empty, helpless hopelessness and a great relief.”
I still feel this way most of the time.
I’m trying so hard to do right by the environment, but there is always so much more I could be doing. I could give up my car. I could give up meat. I could give up travel. I could, I could, I could….
My personality has always been all or nothing, black or white, there has never been room for gray, or anything less than perfection. But how is that a way to live?
I’m not giving up.
On the environment.
On zero waste.
On making a difference.
But I will try to live with balance—today.
As my father used to say, “Rome wasn’t built in a day, honey.”