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I am a writer! At least, I used to be one. I think I am one. I don't know...I always loved to write and remember some of my favorite classes, both in high school and as an undergrad and grad student involving writing. Creative writing, research based writing, numerous papers, you get the point.
Now I find myself writing for the first time in ages. I would like to think that I'm still a college student, or even a relatively new graduate, but I'm not. My master's degree has collected dust and my current focus is on raising my children in a very scary, very technological world.
So I'm re-entering the world of writing and am anticipating that wonderful feeling of 'writer's block' that used to frequent my thoughts so often back then.
Tonight I found myself thinking about waste. You see, I ate a wonderful bowl (although she claims it really isn't a bowl, it's more of a cornstarch mixture) of Annie Chung's Miso Soup. Delicious! But the marvelous taste in my mouth was bittersweet as I thought about my single bowl of soup. What a waste it will be! Not the contents, you see. No, the noodles are wonderfully nutritious, as is the protein rich tofu and the veggies. The waste is in the bowl itself.
I recycle, but even recycling doesn't banish all waste. Who's to say that the new individual who gets the satisfaction of getting something out of my freshly recycled bowl won't just litter on the highway, or throw their item right into the trash? So my recycled cornstarch bowl will still contribute 'something' to the waste problem our generation is ensconsed with. And then I think about 'waste' in another fashion and begin to think about the many, many times I've wasted when I could be doing something constructive. Writing? Cooking? Reading? Playing with the kids? Volunteering? But I digress!!
