I feel nudges a lot. I'll hear the same message, in slightly different forms, again and again. Nudging me. Telling me that it is time to take some action.
I don't believe in coincidence. There are no accidents, and so, I must honor these nudges.
For the last year, people have asked me to read The Omnivore's Dilemma, by Michael Pollan.
I'm afraid that it will force me to radically change the way I feed my family and myself, and I'm afraid I won't be able to afford it.
I mean, we can't afford organic food. We shop at Wal-Mart, even though I know it is a soul-crushing place that treats its employees poorly. I know.
We're doing the best we can---we do the farmer's market in the kinder months. However, we don't buy milk or cheese or beef at a farmer's market.
Even if I drove an hour out of my way to buy meat at Whole Foods, I daresay much of it has been corn-fed and Lord knows what else.
Reading this book would make it impossible to hide. Although knowledge is power, I also sometimes choose to be an ostrich.
I'm scared that I might know what I need to do, and still be unable to provide it.
(I'm not reading Skinny Bitch for the same reason).
I feel like I do not do enough to help other people. I read about the things others do, and I listen to the stories of others, and I remain purposefully numb.
I deny the basic call to help.
I've felt this nudge, a persistent little ache, to do more, to help more, to be more. To give more and to take less.
I need goals and I need accountability---so here is my thought: As of this writing, I have 89 followers. What if I pledged to give eighty-nine hours of service in 2010?
Service could be helping out a friend, or volunteering or doing a job that needs to be done.
I can do eighty-nine hours.Then, I'll blog about it here and there.
You heard it here, Internet. Anybody with me? An hour per follower?
Let me know if you feel the nudge.