BA and I celebrated a year of laughs, some really stupid arguments, dog park dates, cover hog issues, and a lot of ice cream together last night. Time flies, doesn’t it? Sometimes I wish I could just stop it in it’s tracks and replay a million of the days and nights over and over again. Then, sometimes, I wish that time would just keep going, maybe a little faster.
The work days drag when you’re itching to get a tan in the sun that’s finally showing it’s face.
We went to the first restaurant we ever had dinner at, our all time favorite spot. We’ve spent way to many hours there, talking over spilt red wine and oysters. Or, maybe, just the right amount of hours. I’ll never know. What I do know is that it has a breathtaking view of the city, that it’s placed right over the water, and it has food that isn’t burnt. That’s all I need to know, really. You can hear the boats docking, the water crashing, the people talking. You can smell the fresh air, the tequila, the salt.
As we talked about life and the past year together, I continued to stare out at the docked boats floating on the slowly moving water as I sipped my cold drink that was sweating water from the glass onto my legs. I asked BA, out of no where, why we can’t send a million water bottles to other countries, to the ones who search for safe water all day long.
This question, that seemed very random, came from multiple weeks of wondering and over-thinking. It came from researching, from googling, from having a full water bottle with me all day long wondering what it would be like to be waterless. I couldn’t help but research more, getting deep into facts about safe water and what people do to get it. I, personally, had no idea about this. I knew it was an issue, but I never knew how bad it was. I never landed on a website that told me women spend 6 hours each day collecting water, that every 90 seconds an innocent child dies from some sort of water-related disease, that many children are responsible for collecting water which takes away from their education and school time. It also takes away from their childhood. It steals their fun, from them being able to be a kid and play tag or throw a ball around or run up and down hills for no good reason at all. (You can find more facts on water.org).
I’m not quite sure how I ended up on a website spilling information into my brain about poverty and water crisis issues, but I did. And I couldn’t let it go.
It stuck with me for days, for weeks, until I finally went home to BA franticly venting about how more people have cell phones than toilets.
We sit here on our phones all day long and they can’t even find somewhere to go pee.
He listened. He always listens. He let me pour my thoughts into his ears without stopping me. When I was done, finally, he stared at me blankly. I think he was waiting for me to be finished ranting, but wasn’t 100% sure if I was yet. He didn’t want to interrupt, I could tell. He knew I should just let it all out. He knows best, I always tell him that.
You can help in someway, don’t worry.
That was his answer. Very simple, very short, very light. He never really gets crazy into his answers like I do, seeing as the simple version is what always works best. I looked at him-no response. Just blank pupils staring back at him. That was the end of the conversation, until we sat at a restaurant surrounded by water, when I decided to ask him why we can’t just send water bottles over there.
He explained the point of donating, the point of giving them ways to incorporate safe water into their lives, the point of giving the less fortunate the ability to go to school and play on hills without having to collect water for hours on end, and that shipping cases of water bottles was a great idea but that’s not how it works. (He never bashes my ideas. You’d date him too, trust me.)
He explained it all, and I took it in.
Bucket list number 13: help other souls.
My drink kept sweating, and I kept looking. I kept thinking. I kept imagining. Imagining a life without clean water. A life where instead of waking up and pouring a glass of water, I had to wake up and search for the water. I had to wake up, another day, wondering when I would have access to clean, fresh water.
The skinnified food guide, recently launched, includes the tips I use to drink water throughout the day. It seemed, on some days, hard to manage. It seemed difficult to get down one full glass in the morning. It still is. Sometimes.
That’s your biggest struggle with water, actually drinking it.
If only that was everyones biggest struggle with water. I couldn’t help but replay that thought in my mind. I couldn’t help but want to send all of my water bottles plus a million more over to the people struggling to get clean water.
Since I can’t do this, I will instead donate 100% of the e-book purchases to water.org. I will, as best as I can, try to drink my water every day without struggling. Without complaining. Without saying it’s too hard.
Did you catch bucket list number 7 ?
You can get the food guide here. It includes a week of exactly what I ate-desserts and all, a mid-week reset, my go-to green juice, tips & tricks on eating healthier for the ones who burn most of their food (it’s ok, I promise), recipes, skinny cocktails, and more. I like to get in touch with my readers, and this was a way to really interact with them through similar ways of eating and sharing tips. If you have already purchased, you have helped people in need. Thank you, a million times over.
Photo credit: Water.org.