I’ve learned something about myself that is more than a little surprising. I actually enjoy doing yard work. For the last three weeks or so, I’ve been working around my parents’ place, clearing brush and debris helping dad with the things he just can’t do anymore. Perhaps, it’s because it’s such a 180 from teaching and allows me to escape from the frustrations of apathetic teenagers, or maybe it’s because it offers me a measure of control in a life of chaos. I don’t know the answer.
I’m using the yard work like an exercise routine to help improve my health. I’m not sure of the actual amount, but I have lost a little weight already. The more I can lose this summer, the sooner I can get back on the road with promoting, so that’s my motivation for staying with it. But it’s more than just that. I really have enjoyed it. For the first time in a long, long time I’ve felt pride about an accomplishment. For the first time in a long, long time I’ve felt good about myself.
There’s a long way to go to get the property where it’s fully functional again. I really should have started this project two years ago after the divorce, but I didn’t, so now the job is a little bigger and a little harder than it would’ve been. That’s okay, though, because if it continues to give me this sense of pride, I won’t mind that it will take more time to finish.
That’s all for now.