If you follow me on Instagram @letsgoforthegreat, you have most likely already seen a selection of these pictures. When my parents warned me it was flowering season for the rhododendrons, it was soon clear that it was the perfect time to shoot pictures again. I haven’t touched my canon for way too long and working with T. for the first time I really wasn’t sure how it would turn out. Somehow many people I know don’t really like to be photographed. This includes T. But he was willing to give it a try.
Over the last couple of years I’ve had a whole world gone open to me when it comes to veganism, minimalism, zero waste etc. And I think it’s good. I mean we all want to do our best to help the world. And there are so many things we can do to make the world a little bit better.
There is lots of knowledge that you can’t ignore. So you adapt you try to change the way that you have been living and be the change you want to see in the world. But damn can it be hard sometimes. And how do you know that you are taking it on a bit too much? I would love to live zero waste but when I want to enjoy a nice evening with a good movie and chips I seem to already fail. Chips means plastic, lined with god knows what, and sure you can replace it with home-made chips etc. But then there seems to be a whole lot of shit involved that also contributes to waste. And that thai sweet chilli chips which you love, so much, has milk-powder in it. Because leaving that 3%* of milk powder out would ruin the taste. Seriously there are so many items that contain milk or egg powder that can so easily be left out. But why care for animals?
The industry is clearly not yet adapted to allow easy zero-waste (and vegan) living. So as much as I can try and do my best, I will. But for f*ck sake, sometimes I just want chips. And sometimes I will eat out and need a napkin (un-prepared zero waster I know) and that should all be okay too. Because if I start worrying about all that, adding up to wanting to eat fully vegan and all my life issues which I tend to over-dramatize, I wont live happy. And my happiness is important as well.
Eating vegan is a lot easier for me than living zero-waste but there are some issues I have. I know the life of an animal is more important then my sensory pleasure. Hell, I don’t even need animal products for good taste, that’s what seasoning is for. And the ‘vegan revolution’ really does help. I mean it’s 2018, we have vegan bacon, cheese, egg, etc. But some things really need a bit more change. And I’m just trying to figure out if I am the only person who struggles with these kind of things?
Am I doing something wrong? Or does everyone have these struggles but just keeps it for themselves?
The last couple of weeks I realized a couple of things.
1. I’m not as happy as I want to be.
2. I know that circumstances haven’t been great but I need to stop letting it influence my happiness.
3. I need to change my life.
They say that life begins outside of your comfort zone. I’m not sure if it’s the full truth but it makes your life way more interesting and adventurous. It helps to grow and to experience new things that you would never have imagined you could.
Honestly, it’s like a boost in your self-esteem as well. Not so long ago I shared some new goals I wanted to work on. Not knowing that I would start so soon in realizing those goals. Last week I went to the blood bank. I get anxious from hospitals and blood. Donating half a liter scares the shit out of me. But okay, everyone told me it would be okay, it’s just the test so you only need to donate a little (4 tubes). So I brought my sister as my (mental)support and before I knew it I was in a room where a lady poked my finger and checked my pulse. Luckily, she just went for it and poked me, before I had the chance to think about it. Good news was that I could get my blood tested, bad news, I had low iron in my blood, so before being able to donate half a liter, I need to get my iron high enough. Next step, enter a room where people are donating blood as if it is just a regular thing to do. Seeing the people with their bag of blood and tubes filled with blood made me feel quite unpleasant.