It was a self. serve. press-pot. nestled into concourse C.
A tiny reminder of how small my eco efforts really are. My stainless steel mug against ridiculous policies and a mountain of coffee cups in the trash. It was almost laughable if I didn’t want to cry.
We believe that teamwork makes the dream work.
This interaction is the tip of a growing iceberg that I can no longer ignore. An internal question that’s been brewing inside my skull for years: WHAT CAN I REALLY DO?
The scale of the challenges we face are huge.
The headlines are haunting.
And right now it feels like we’re doing it alone – each individual feeling crushing guilt over their (in)actions and helplessness to change a system that is so obviously broken.
I’m not a politician.
I’m not an influencer or a celebrity.
I’m not a CEO of a multi-national corporation.
I’m just one person who cares. A lot.
What hope can I have to change the world?
What can I do when the problem feels so big and I feel so very small?