I spy… an itty bitty artist.
I can’t even begin to describe how much better life has been since I decided to take on all this yard work. It’s been a lot easier to “stop being so hard on yourself”, as my mom would put it, than I thought. Letting go of the pressure and putting all the focus on this home and on M has been the best decision I’ve made in a long time. I do enough, more than enough. And even though I’m always wanting more, it seems what I’ve want, is slowly re-directing. I’ve found a nice little balance here and things just feel more right because of it. I feel like I’ve gotten a lot of my creativity back, not that it ever fully left, but now ideas are just pushing in and out of my head all day long. You know, different projects to tackle next, between the yard work. I’ve been busting ass on all the hard stuff in the front and mostly back of my house. And sometimes, I still wish I was a little bit taller or a little bit stronger… but when there’s a will, there’s a way. And yes, sometimes I realize I look like the crazy yard person, pulling back full bushes, and jumping on top of them to loosen the roots, but you know, sometimes my arms, just can’t pull any harder than I’m already doing. But every neighborhood needs that crazy yard person, right? Sure. But every few days, we (I— Marlowe still hasn’t gotten the hang of this weeding thing) work on the lighter things— or no things at all— and spend a less sweaty, but still dirty day outside. I’ve missed the outside. Or rather, it’s whats been missing for a long, long time. I grew up outdoors, all day after school, climbing hills, looking for salamanders, and building forts. I was one of the boys on my street— but I was queen bee. Now here I am again, remembering the sense of accomplishment that moving dirt can bring and the fun that and creativity that comes with knowing you’re in charge of making your outdoors as beautiful as you’d like. We’re happy here, really happy here. Everyday I’m looking forward to more yard work.