Beginnings

There is something magical about day #1.  Day of 1 of starting a new project, new course, new book, new podcast series, new blog post, new recipe…does not matter what it is first days rock!

Summarizes my feelings exactly! – Photo by Simon Migaj on Unsplash

This week I dove into two different day #1’s…healthful eating and running.  The healthful eating made me feel satiated and angelic.  Running on the local track surprised me by accomplishing my running goal for the day and still feeling great despite the hot weather.

My life is littered with first days…baseboards taken off never to return, painting projects half started, knitting projects lying idle and blog posts one paragraph in but never to see the light of day.

I love day #1…

It’s day #2 that’s the problem.

First step is always the easiest. Photo by Jukan Tateisi on Unsplash

Entitlement

Or should we call like it is…the adult temper tantrum.

Background

Driving into our local recycling center today, I observed the two-car rule and waited my turn until driving into the clearly marked space to drop off some assorted recyclables  Walking up to the counter, I started my regular routine of dropping off some cardboard boxes I had flattened and then began sorting my plastics into the respective bins of stretchable and not stretchable. 

Sorting plastics is admittedly not my favorite task, but I certainly prefer it to not being able to recycle them at all.  Getting the hang of it the first time or two was a bit confusing, but the patient recycling staff walked me through my numerous questions. I now sort like an efficient machine…well, maybe like a sorting 40-year-old machine who is not in a hurry and has nothing but housework waiting for her at home…so yes, basically slo-mo machine…but efficient.

Photo by Jasmin Sessler on Unsplash
Recycle Your Bags, Don’t Be A Bag.

How Are You?

On receiving a greeting from the staff, we began chatting about our state of being (great) and the weather (at least it’s not hot!), and then after asking him some package-related questions, he began to tell me about the horrors of the recycling world…the general public.

Weird to say, but I kind of did a double take…rude to the recycling staff?  I mean I know they have a sign up regarding abuse, but I just thought it was a generic sign.  Aren’t us recyclers supposed to be happy hippies at heart?  Not so much, he told stories of people spazzing out over sorting their own bags, over COVID rules and over having to wait their turn with the two-car limit…sigh.

If there is one things I have very little patience for, it’s an entitled human being…and man, of man, there are a lot of us out there, but most of us have the decency to keep it to ourselves.  Entitlement comes in many forms such as the rage we feel when our internet goes down, we have to deal with an automated customer service or someone used up all the hot water before your shower.  Guilty!

The only thing worse than an entitled human being is the entitled human who takes others down in their entitlement tantrum.

Some would argue that they have the expectation of good service, but if your rage encompasses a person who has very little power to remedy the situation or your tone is less than respectful regardless of the issue… you are throwing an entitlement tantrum.  Honestly, what is needed is a timeout in a corner and no internet for a week.

Nothing Less Than An Attitude of Gratitude

I fail to see in this country we live in and in the situation most of us are in why we are not in a perpetual attitude of gratitude.  Just taking my recycling to the depot makes me conscious that I have money to buy food, I live in a city that has a great recycling program and I have reliable transportation to get me to the recycling depot.

The up side to my entitlement conversation was the opportunity to wake up and reflect on how many things I have to be grateful for.

Do Better

I encourage you…if you drop off your recyclables at a depot regularly…do better than me (I didn’t think to do this as I was driving away enraged at entitled people)…Ask the attendant’s name and greet them with it the next time you go there. When they tell you to sort your bag, keep your crap and frustration in the bag where it belongs and be the happiest and most joyful you possibly can knowing you live in a first-world country with such a plethora of amenities.

Entitlement is the opposite of enchantment.

Guy Kawasaki

Stay in enchantment.   It has a better view.

And use reusable bags wherever possible.

(Descending soapbox)