Today on my (what turned out to be) 75-minute walk/run, I saw so much litter that I just HAD to do something about it.
It was one of those moments when you’re just about to walk by one little candy wrapper, and start to feel okay about just “ignoring” it, but once you look ahead, you notice SO MUCH MORE litter?
Well, today was one of those days for me. And I couldn’t NOT do something about it.
I picked up the litter I saw. (Like, not just the “big” and “easy” pieces to pick up, I mean EVERYTHING.)
From the tiniest pieces of fuzz to big card board boxes.
I held all of it in my hands.
And kept walking.
In the crisp, fresh morning air. (A vague sense within me that the sun would soon roll out of bed and rise up like I know she always does. After all, the sun never misses her morning wake-up alarm.)
Rain came the night before and dew covered the earth in it’s entirety.
And as I walked along the path on the journey home, I noticed a Lay’s chip bag — deeply entrenched within the grasp of a nearby bush.
Alongside it thick brush. Vines. Grass. Once living branches now withered away..until next spring.
I notice the bag.
Bright. Yellow. — It calls to me.
But as soon as I start moving over to retrieve the bag..
The mental chatter grows louder —
“Wait a minute.
I’m not so sure about this.
I mean, you know..spiders and webs and bugs and..
I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to risk getting bit by a spider.. and all for this one bag..”
I said to the bush and all of his friends around him:
“You know, I would SO go pick that bag up right now, but I honestly find it much more painful to crawl through that brush, and risk spiders crawling down by shirt and wounding me than I find pleasure in helping the environment by picking that trash up.
SO. I apologize. I’m just too afraid.
(And at least I’m admitting it!) Besides, I’ve already picked up so much trash today, that I think it would be okay just this once to keep on walking. I hope you understand.”
And I walked away.
Down the path I continued..
But my thoughts kept racing.
Something inside me just didn’t feel right about what just took place.
I kept rationalizing in my mind that it was “okay” that I kept walking. That I didn’t need to pick up that ONE TINY LITTLE bag out of the bushes anyway.
Someone who actually gets PAID for trash-duty will take care of it. I’m just trying to help out a little.. not do EVERYTHING!
And that’s when it hit me..
Whoa, whoa, WHOA!
Number 1: I’m cowarding out because of some fear that I made up in my MIND.
Number 2: I’m expecting someone ELSE to do it?!
I immediately turned around and said to myself:
“What’s the WORST thing that could happen?
And, how realistic is it that my vision would come true?
I turn around.
Walking at a quick pace now…
And what happens next?
Stay tuned for the final part of the story!
..Until next Tuesday 😉
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