I’m back. The pity party I had thrown for myself is over and I’ve returned to putting one foot in front of the other. I’m not one to dwell forever and ever on problems. It doesn’t help matters to sit and whine about things. I face them and then do what needs to be done. In this case, a tighter budget was drafted up.
In the case of the broken lawn mower, well I think If I just clean out the carburetor of the push one I can get it running–maybe a new spark plug thrown in for good measure. And if I look on the bright side of things, I will loose all that weight I gained over the winter by walking the two acres on a weekly basis. Not to mention there’s that lovely redneck tan I will no doubt develop to look forward too also.
I was forced to laugh yesterday as I sat on the bathroom floor while my youngest sat like a big girl on the toilet. As she swung her legs back and forth, my four year old came in to offer support for her little sister. But It only lasted for a minute before she crinkled her nose up and headed for the door. “It smells like potty training in here,” she told me. A smile the size of Texas broke across my face.
Yes, life keeps moving forward. And if we choose to close ourselves off from the world so we can feel sorry for ourselves, then It’ll pass us right by. I don’t know about you, but that’s not something I care to let happen.
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