Every time I look up, the pile of dirty dishes is daring me with all its mess. I worked late last night , and have not yet summoned the courage to clean up. One day’s worth. Where to start? The kitchen is starting to smell. The kitchen is also my favorite workspace. I get lost in the computer for a while. Next time I emerge, the dishes are still there, and the smell, too. I realize the problem is not going to go away, unless I do something about it. The sooner, the better. The hardest is leaving what I am doing, and making my way to the sink. Once I turn on the faucet, I am committed. Of course, if I had not let all the dishes pile up in the first place, I would not have had to deal with such a mess.
I am bringing up the dishes story, because it feels so much like the global warming problem. With one difference. The planet is a big living space, and there are many of us, who do not have to stare at the emerging mess.