My Therapy

Two weeks ago I mowed the lawn for the first time in my life (I know I'm kind of old, but this is the first time in my life I haven't had any brothers to mow the lawn for me. I'm stepping it up). It was pretty intense. My front yard is almost impossible to mow because there's all these weird hills and you actually need muscles. By the way I don't have any muscles .So I didn't do the greatest job, but it was very full-filling. Then I mowed the lawn again yesterday and the 8ft tall part of the lawn in my backyard where my dog lives(that was really hard because the lawn mower didn't like the tall grass so I had to go really slow and keep restarting it. My right arm has never been more soar in my life). Anyways so yes, I'll admit that I actually like mowing the lawn. When my brother left on his mission, I was trying to prepare myself for change. Any time anyone would ask me what was going to be different in my life, I'd tell them that I would be mowing the lawn. I thought if I could just focus on that I wouldn't get carried away with all the missionary almost leaving and youngest child worries. Well I think it worked. My brothers gone. I'm mowing the lawn. I think I'm doing a pretty good job. Yep so if you every need any special therapy for being an only child, try mowing the lawn. It works.