Our Beautiful Planet: A Letter from Zoe
Why we're jumping in and doing our part to leave the world a bit more beautiful than how we found it
I remember when the world asked us to stop using aerosol cans. They said the aerosol was eating through the ozone layer, which protects the earth from the sun’s rays. I was 11 or 12 at the time, it was the mid 80s and hairspray was big. Huge, really. I begrudgingly ditched the Aqua Net and switched to stick deodorant. But that’s really as far as I ever took it.
Later, recycling became a thing, but no one really knew what they were doing. I didn’t ask many questions or at least not enough questions. Now, looking back, I really wish I had. Maybe things would be different today. But that’s the thing about life, we will never know what would have happened had we taken the other path. So, here we are, in a world desperately malnourished and depleted, begging us to help save it. And this time, world, I’m listening.
I operate a boutique interior design studio in Washington, DC. I’ve always considered myself passionate for the world around us, and for a while now, I’ve found myself wanting to do something that would give back. But like most people, the idea of having to figure out the perfect plan has often held me back from doing anything at all. The recent climate conversations made me realize that we don’t have time to figure out the perfect plan, sometimes we have to just act, no matter how insignificant it may seem. Those days of worry left with the Aqua Net. So, I’m jumping in (with the help of some amazing people). We are starting small with the belief and hope that if we all take even the most seemingly inconsequential steps, then something big will certainly come. I’m not waiting for someone to tell me what I can afford. Or what makes sense. I’m diving in. Head first. I’m diving in as a new mom who wants to see her children play outdoors in clean air, as a small business owner who believes that all efforts have the power to make big impacts and as a human who can no longer bare the guilt of not listening anymore. So, here we go.