Thursday, September 19, 2013

56 Million per Day

Day 15: Sept. 19, 2013

Last night in the shower, I realized why I've had anxiety for the past couple of days. I want my blog to eradicate the use of paper coffee cups across the universe, and it hit me that its not going to. Sometimes I carry anxiety around and its like this little gnawing sensation in my chest. Like thinking I had lost a CD from the library, and it turned out to be in my mom's car. Like the time I decided I needed to become famous as a singer-song writer. I tried this for a while. I bought a guitar and wrote three songs. I didn't become famous and I didn't become a singer song writer.

I wonder exactly how many disposable coffee cups are bought at shops and drive through kiosks every day. A million?  A billion?  Probably a billion.  Let me google it... So,according to some random websites I just read, Americans drink 400 million cups of coffee each day, 14% of which are consumed from disposable cups. So that's 56 million paper cups thrown away every day in the U.S. Which may account for most of the cups in the world, so a billion per day for the whole universe is probably high. But check this out, Americans throw away 2.5 million plastic beverage bottles every hour. Oh my god. That is so many. And although the plastic bottles may be recyclable, I'm not sure about the little plastic tops!

Symphony season starts this weekend.  We have our first rehearsal on Saturday and the concert hall is right across from a drive through coffee place. I'm thinking about putting a little sign out, (if they'll let me,) about the blog and the Cups and Bags Challenge. I mean, I am thoroughly relieved that I don't have to eradicate disposable cups right here and now, but I feel like I should give it my best effort to at least blow the dandelion seeds of reusable cups into the wind and see what happens.

Sometimes if I let my mind go either in writing or painting or playing music or running or whatever it is, I can find the little seeds of anxiety and pick them out. And then the chest gnaw goes way for a while. My husband calls me a worry wart, and he's probably right, but at least I get to write and paint and run to figure out what exactly I'm worried about.

Coffee for me today: one decaf topped with caf from the library (got some watercolor books too!)

Cups and Bags Challenge: Up to $9 for Bring!

Watercolor:





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