Early October 2015, during an unremarkable moment while driving, I decided that I want to collect the vegetable waste from people and turn it into compost.
This is a self-serving post. I want to remind my future self why I want to do this. So, future self, this is why:
Twenty-one year old me did not have any idea how thirty-one year old me would turn out. Twenty-one year old me thought life in front of a computer all day would be grand. Thirty-one year old me is not experiencing the grandness of that young vision. Moving a mouse around all day and executing the vision of others while my creativity gets squelched and trampled on has not been enjoyable.
The time I spend at home undoing the stress of work is spent cooking and fermenting. A lot of vegetables come through my kitchen. A lot of vegetable scraps leave my kitchen. It all goes into a dumpster. That dumpster gets hauled off to the landfill. That is a terrible legacy for butternut squash skin. This has bothered me for years, and I even tried to covertly turn these scraps into the dirt under some hedges in my apartment patio. It made me feel better, for a little while.
I've always had this background thought: We should have a better, more accessible solution to vegetable waste. It's the responsible thing to do.
Going back to that afternoon drive, it was a beautiful day. I spent a lovely time in an area that is nice but its charm had expired. I think that was the catalyst to this new development in my career path. The charm disappeared. The novelty was gone and all that was left was frustration and a low-simmering anger. I don't enjoy the person that I become when I go to work. Annoyed, short-tempered, cynical -- a real ray of sunshine. Ok. So what do I do about it?
It's as if my subconscious knew that this chapter was done which is when the thought struck me: I want to collect spent vegetables for compost.
It is now March 2016. I have a site in mind and a lot of family support. And many more details to figure out. I really want this to work, so much that I'm blogging about it. Yeah, it's that serious.
This is a self-serving post. I want to remind my future self why I want to do this. So, future self, this is why:
Twenty-one year old me did not have any idea how thirty-one year old me would turn out. Twenty-one year old me thought life in front of a computer all day would be grand. Thirty-one year old me is not experiencing the grandness of that young vision. Moving a mouse around all day and executing the vision of others while my creativity gets squelched and trampled on has not been enjoyable.
The time I spend at home undoing the stress of work is spent cooking and fermenting. A lot of vegetables come through my kitchen. A lot of vegetable scraps leave my kitchen. It all goes into a dumpster. That dumpster gets hauled off to the landfill. That is a terrible legacy for butternut squash skin. This has bothered me for years, and I even tried to covertly turn these scraps into the dirt under some hedges in my apartment patio. It made me feel better, for a little while.
I've always had this background thought: We should have a better, more accessible solution to vegetable waste. It's the responsible thing to do.
Going back to that afternoon drive, it was a beautiful day. I spent a lovely time in an area that is nice but its charm had expired. I think that was the catalyst to this new development in my career path. The charm disappeared. The novelty was gone and all that was left was frustration and a low-simmering anger. I don't enjoy the person that I become when I go to work. Annoyed, short-tempered, cynical -- a real ray of sunshine. Ok. So what do I do about it?
It's as if my subconscious knew that this chapter was done which is when the thought struck me: I want to collect spent vegetables for compost.
It is now March 2016. I have a site in mind and a lot of family support. And many more details to figure out. I really want this to work, so much that I'm blogging about it. Yeah, it's that serious.
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