Week one of composting at home is in the books! On to week 2!
It's been a weird week because, while we did do some cooking, a lot of the compost came from prepared food that we had to chuck because they went bad. For example, leftovers of a squid dish are probably not best to eat after a number of weeks.
Now that we are in a new neighborhood we are trying to fit in amongst our new neighbors. We shoveled our driveway and sidewalks during the snow alongside our neighbors and we've been trying to keep our front yard tidy so as not to be a blight among the other homes. Next, we'll be composting. Well, sort of composting.
Our neighborhood is part of a pilot program in NYC. Essentially, the city will pick up organics (stuff that can be composted) once a week as long as we put it in a special brown bin distributed by the city. You can also put yard debris (leaves, soil, etc) in those bins and the city will take them as well since that's also in scope as far as compost goes.
I really love the idea of not contributing to landfills but, I'll be honest here, I was pretty scared of trying this out. I've had weird trash problems in the past (read: maggots in your trash bin — no fun!) and so I wanted to make sure I had a good system to avoid any smell or pest problems. Continue reading "Composting: A Beginning"
At least a few times a year, I'm prompted to think about work. We all go there most days a week but rarely give any thought to whether it still makes sense to be there or if change is needed.
I receive a lot of email newsletters that are focused on career ladies, like myself, and they typically follow the same tired career tropes:
Find what you love and you'll never "work" a day in your life!
Take a risk and do what you love!
The reason I call these tired is because we all know that doing what you want, in any given moment, is often more fulfilling than doing what you think you should be doing. For example, sleeping in on the weekend is way more fulfilling than spending those hours doing laundry or cleaning. This is common sense and not worth repeating.