I am a consumer. Whether I am openly flaunting it or guiltily denying it: I am a consumer. As much as I want to say, no, I'm not affected by advertising, by social pressures, by blogging, I am. I buy, I throw away, and eat, I waste. I look at my 96 gallon trash can that is full every week, and I feel helpless. I feel trapped. I spend money on so many "necessary" items that in actuality, aren't necessary at all. I don't need seven pillows on my bed. Nor do "have to have" matching this or that.
I love decorating. I love remodeling. I love creating my nest. It is my creative space, my outlet, my room of my own.
But, in doing so, am I feeding the greedy monster of materialism?
This is me accepting it. Acknowledging it. And sharing this inner turmoil with you. I know that I'm not going to stop consuming. That is the reality. But, what I can do is be more conscious about it. I need to critically analyze it, and not go about my daily life in denial. I need to make small steps daily...whether it's buying used instead of new, revamping, re-using, not using disposable, re-thinking life as I know it.
That's where I'm at. My name is Caroline, and I am a consumer.