Picking out the seeds
I’m picking chia seeds out of the sponge. Again. Am I efficient or just cheap?
I’ll get lazy. Probably leave some pesky seeds stuck in there. I know Hubster will dig them out later. They bother him deeply. His approach is more diligent than mine. I get bored with the process. He’d prefer I never use chia seeds. I’m doing him a favor plucking each and every one. You’re welcome, honey.
But when you believe every little bit counts, you tend to (or feel compelled to) do things like this. Even if, ocassionally, you do them half asses. You wash and reuse Ziploc bags. You use old kitchen sponges to clean the bathtub and old toothbrushes to scrub hard-to-reach corners. Reduce, reuse, recycle. Repeat.
It’s this philosophy that led me to start a recycling program in my dorm during freshman year of college. And why my friend and I hauled those dirty bags in her car to the recycling dump every couple of weeks.
I do it because it’s worth it to me, no matter how small you deem the impact to be. It matters. Every little bit can count.
Side note: Plus, if you don’t get the soggy, expanded chia seeds out of that sponge, this happens. Ick.