Who turned out the lights?
Imagine my surprise when I logged onto my computer and found Google had turned out the lights.
Weekend mornings are usually the time I reserve to scour the Web on an inspiration treasure hunt for writing exercises. It’s quiet, my e-mail isn’t dinging with new messages, and the phone stays silent.
My plan was to do some research on the upcoming Small Business Week in April (which I’m sure I’ll gush about later), but I switched gears when my screen went black and saw Google had flipped the switch on its home page.
A few clicks later, I read about Earth Hour … yet another going-green initiative to add to my seemingly never-ending list of things I need to be doing in order to “do my part.”
Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a fabulous idea and I plan to turn off the lights from 8-9 p.m. tonight. But, between always being mindful about reducing, reusing or recycling everything I lay my hands on, I’m starting to wonder when I can start reducing, reusing or recycling the guilt that comes when I miss something.
Some of it comes naturally … reusing my office paper, tossing soda cans and glass bottles into the bin in the garage, flipping off the lights when I leave a room, and lumping my errands into one trip (although, I admit that’s as much about being freakishly efficient as it is about being environmentally responsible).
But do you know how many times I’ve had to listen to my lecture after forgetting to bring my reuseable bags into the grocery store? Or the shame that comes when, in a rush, I overlook the sticky note on the front door reminding me to reduce the heat from “slightly chilly” to “downright freezing” when I leave the house? Or when my conscious chastises me when it’s time to clean the bathroom, and I find only half of my cleaning supplies are considered environmentally friendly?
I know nobody is perfect, and I realize every little bit helps. But, every time I run across a new national “whatever”-out to go green, I look forward to the day that I get to sneer at my conscious with an exasperated eye roll and a well-timed “Pipe down. I do that already.”