I hate mowing the lawn. I try really hard to be responsible and to get it done before it is too high. I try to take pleasure in the hard physical work and the smell of freshly mown lawn, but the reality is that I do not like it. I am doing better than I did last year. Last year I sat and cried every time I mowed the lawn.
I think for me it is a symbol of my aloneness. The lawn and the lawn mower highlight that there is no one at my side to help. But whether I like it or not, it is my responsibility. So every 4 or 5 days I will pull out the mower, gas it up and mow. Perhaps in time I will be filled with a sense of accomplishment ... but perhaps not. But regardless I will get 'er done.
Just Connie
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