I'm letting a little bit of the crazy out today. You've been warned.
There's something I am that embarrasses me more than any other thing. I'm a chronic worrier. I have a ton of anxiety about all kinds of things, including most things I can't control. I'm scared of driving on the freeway, heights, and once I even got up in the middle of the night to check on my neighbor's cat (who I was watching) because I was worried I may have killed her by putting an ice cube/choking hazard in her bowl.
One of the things I'm most worried about lately is the environment. The thought of all the things that I do that hurt the environment send me into a worry tailspin. One of the ways I thought I'd try to help the environment is to not use the air conditioning this summer if I can help it.
The past two days (and probably today) I've had to cave in. It's been too hot, and so we've turned it on a couple of hours each night to make it possible to sleep. I feel horribly guilty about this though, and I worry about what I'm doing. I need to stop worrying.
Some good things have come out of this worrying about the environment, so it's not all too over the top. We've started using all natural cleaning products at home. We use brands such as 7th Generation and Method, and they're working great. I just wish these products weren't so hard to find or more expensive than the brands that contain all those environmentally-unfriendly products. In order to save a little bit of energy I also drive Aaron nuts by going behind him and turning things off or unplugging small appliances.
The next thing on our list is to switch over our light bulbs to compact florescent bulbs and to buy some canvas shopping bags. I'm ridiculously excited about these two things. With everything I do the anxiety seems to drop a half of a percentage, and for me that's incredible.
But there's still a lot of worry over what everyone else is doing.
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We LOVE our fluorescent light bulbs! They last forever. We've only had to buy one set -- haven't replaced any yet!
I understand about worry. Tim comes from a family of worriers, and he definitely inherited some of the anxiety. And as a result of being around him and his family, I've picked up some of it, too! They worry about things I never would have thought to worry about before, but all of a sudden I'm like, "Well, yeah -- that kinda makes sense to worry about that!" Tim thinks it's funny how much his family is rubbing off on me. I think it's funny too except for when Tim is home late and doesn't call to let me know. Then I'm all, "YOU of all people should understand why I would worry about that! You worry more than me -- you should have known to call!"
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