Zero waste is a practice

Is a fear of failure stopping you from adopting a Zero Waste lifestyle? The solution could be to think of Zero Waste as a daily practice rather than an outcome.


Why start a practice? To improve. To develop a good habit. 

And yet many of us will not start something out of an irrational fear of not being good at it – even if we’ve never tried before and should have no reason to believe we have a special talent for it. Known by another name as Fear of Failure.

Only in the last few years have I embraced the idea of failing as a tool for learning. I wasn’t in a growth mindset before, so I would rarely attempt something unless the outcome seemed achievable.

I’m a little kinder on myself now. I liken my Zero Waste practice to yoga. Nobody should expect to do a handstand on their first day (or maybe ever). I have never done a handstand during my yoga practice, and I have never produced no waste during my Zero Waste practice.

It’s not the handstand that is the most important anyway, it’s all the actions, intentions, and reflection that lead to one, and that make the inversion physically and mentally possible – it’s the practice.

Everyday actions to reduce waste are the asanas of a Zero Waste practice.

The cumulative effect of these asanas is that I’m better able to reflect, respond and react in more productive ways to the challenges of living in a wasteful world. It helps avoid impulse purchases. It also reduces my waste hugely, even if not to a complete zero.

More important than the optics is for me to get better at graciously refusing things I don’t want or need, or offer only marginal benefits, plus anything with too much or un-recyclable packaging. I get better by practising what I believe. I aspire to be satisfied with the things I already have more than I am enticed by those things I don’t. The only way to do this is to turn belief into an action.

If you find an expectation of what Zero Waste living should look like is actually preventing you from getting started, don’t. Using a mason jar to store your trash is one outcome, but not the entire point. We can only start from wherever we are. Your practice may start with a single swap of a single use shopping bag for a reusable.  Who knows where it may lead you.


 

You down with OPG? Why I break a trashy taboo.

Othe People's Garbage

“You’d better wash your hands after.”

My boyfriend has caught me acting trashy again.

I was snatching a wayward plastic cup from the sand after a surf. He, clearly, questioning our relationship.

He doesn’t love it when I touch Other People’s Garbage.

There is taboo attached to picking up someone else’s garbage. Oddly, more so than around the act of using a cup once and discarding it.

What I don’t bother explaining to him anymore, is that while this piece is someone else’s, it might as well be mine. I’ve made my share of trashy bits in my short life.

We’re all responsible when trash ends up on the beach.

It’d be easy to blame the volume of debris I find on run of the mill litterbugs or a handful of bad people. But there is too much of it. Gyres-full.

We’re all responsible.

Before it was trash and ewww, it was probably useful and convenient. It was a quick way to get a slushie without having to bring our own cup and reusable straw. An easy way to pack food to put in a pocket for a day on the slopes. A way to save time on cleanup after the party. Maybe it was your toothbrush.

toothbrush

Even if we don’t willfully throw things into the ocean, that’s somehow where a good proportion ends up.

It’s the flyaways that escape from the top of the overstuffed bin. It’s the random objects that fall out of car doors. The hat that blew into the ocean when the Southerly howled through. It’s the fin I snapped on a rock in Punta Mita and never could find. Anything in a storm drain’s path. So many ways. 

Much grosser things are in store for garbage that we don’t pick up.

Something else I think to say aloud, but don’t, is that touching Other People’s Garbage with my bare hands is probably slightly better than swimming through it face first, and far better than eventually eating it after it disintegrates, gets ingested by a fish, and swims through the food chain to end up on my dinner plate.

ocean trash
What’s for dinner?

Maybe worse – the fish doesn’t make it as far as my plate, because it died of starvation after feeding on bulky, yet nutritionally empty pieces of plastic.

Opting out of single use can feel like swimming upstream.

Our culture loves the convenience of ‘single use’, making it feel inconvenient to opt-out of this cycle. I know this because these days I try to live with the philosophy of Zero Waste.

This means I try to create as little unrecoverable waste as possible while living life normally in ever other way. I refuse, reuse, reduce, recycle and compost before I will resort to throwing something ‘away’.

I’m by no means always successful in avoiding the plastics, the packaging, and the unrecyclables. I have not achieved the elusive zero in Zero Waste.

Zero Waste is a practice, not a destination.

I recommit to it each day, and each time I go to the beach.

As part of my practice, I’ll keep picking up those reminders of my own trashy past – I’ll keep picking up Other People’s Garbage. Because whether or not it’s yours or mine or someone else’s, litter is an invaluable and tangible reminder that throwaway culture is a pile of rubbish.

As for my boyfriend? His protests are getting weaker all the time. And he wouldn’t tell you this himself, but I’ve seen him getting down with OPG.