You’re standing at the bus stop, you just swigged the last drop from a bottle of iced tea, your arms are loaded with a day’s worth of shopping, there’s a garbage can right next to you and no recycling bin in sight. Do you hold on to that sucker and wait to recycle it at home? Or just hope no hippies are looking, apologize to Mother Nature and toss it in the garbage?
Before now, I’d probably do the latter. Same goes for all the paper news releases and promotional junk I get at the office — the recycling bin is only steps away, and yet “steps” requires getting my lazy butt off my chair and walking, whereas the garbage can under my desk requires nothing but a flick of the wrist and maybe a swivel, so I’d often just toss it all in the garbage (how many Hail Marys does this add up to? Anyone?).
It’s not that I never recycle. At home, I’ve grown up with blue, grey and green bins, and when I’m out, if I happen to pass by one of those three-holed receptacles with different slots for paper, plastic and garbage, I’ll make sure to put whatever crap I have in its proper place.
But my attitude has always been that of the convenient recycler — if someone puts the appropriate disposal mechanism in front of me, sure, I’ll take part. But don’t expect me to go out of my way or anything.
Until now! (Sorry, that’s my favourite segue)
I’m officially committed to recycling anything and everything than can be recycled, no excuses. If it means carrying around armfuls of newspaper and pop cans with me until I get home, so be it. It’s time to suck it up and deal with some inconvenient recycling.
As I’ve already started toting a reusable coffee thermos and water bottle with me everywhere, don’t buy any take-out food that comes with disposable packaging or plastic cutlery, and don’t chew gum anymore, I’ve already saved myself some trouble. It’s mostly at the office where I start to slack off (note to boss: I mean slack off with regards to recycling, not work! … nervous laughter), so it’s time to buckle down and respect the third R.