I get so bogged down with guilt over anything I do that's not basic to survival.
I do my best recycle what I can and try to remember which products come with less packaging in the first place, cook from scratch, avoid using cling film to store food. I avoid disposable stuff as much as possible, made my own masks, use square pieces of flannel in place of paper towels, and am sewing washable sanitary pads and using a cup. I use soap and shampoo bars to avoid bottles, use dish soap to clean most things. I buy most furniture and clothes secondhand and rarely. I knit my own jumpers and am learning to sew clothes. I rarely wear makeup and the last time I bought any was for my wedding over 4 years ago. I layer up before resorting to putting on the heating, and I don't get drive but also don't plan to own a separate car when I do learn.
But surely all of this is negated by my big TV, music speaker, phone and tablet, all used daily, my KitchenAid mixer and the bread/desserts I make on a weekly-fortnightly basis with it, the tumble dryer (trying to convince DH to let us get rid tbf), the occasional booze and frequent tea consumption... And maybe worst of all, the firebowl in the back yard that we occasionally cook over and then sit and relax in front of the flames. It has a therapeutic effect that nothing else quite matches. Slows down the hamster wheel in my head. It's only used once or twice a month.
Anyway, I basically have a constant battle inside over everything I do that isn't necessary to survival. I don't need to watch TV or movies, or light a fire, or have wine, cake or bread, and I could probably survive even longer without the heating on. I could quit my job since we don't need it financially, and I could quit my hobbies. I could just exist.
But I pretty much lived like that before, when I was unemployed and tried to just fill up my time on housekeeping. It wasn't much of a life. It even made me question why I existed at all.
So these things I don't need, they make life nice... but they're not necessary to my existence. I guess I struggle to know if I'm getting the balance right, because it feels like there always something else I could be cutting from my life. I just struggle so much with guilt over the impact every little thing I do has on the planet, and I get a panicked feeling with every news story reminding us of the whole sorry situation. But, just existing is horrible. I don't know how I can ever feel ok with myself when the planet is burning up all around us, and everything I do contributes to it, but I also know that the human brain doesn't settle for mere survival.
Not sure what I'm expecting from posting this here, guess I'm just wondering, who else feels this conflict inside them all the time? And do you manage to find any optimism to keep you going?