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If it weren’t for the family, I’d still be moaning about not having a lawnmower or weed trimmer. I’m sure of it. If I’d had to go out and get those things myself, I wouldn’t have. Inertia is the monkey on my back (and it just sits there, doing nothing).
But I have those tools, and I use them, and it’s helping me get back to being me again. I’ve spent the whole winter making excuses and doing very little to help myself. In fact, that’s how the yard got to be such a mess in the first place. Neglect is the handmaiden of inertia (and what a monkey’s handmaiden does I’ll leave to your imagination).
For the last week and a half, I’ve only missed one day (okay, two days) getting out there with the weed trimmer. That’s good for the yard, and even better for me. I’ve been such a lump for so long that it would be embarrassing, if I had any pride (which takes way too much energy to maintain, and is not the same thing as self-respect).
And today I used my new lawnmower for the first time. I’d been hesitant because the grasses are so high that I thought I needed to trim them back before the mower would even go through them. But I was blissfully wrong. I set the mower height at its maximum level and plowed through the area just off my back porch, because that’s what I see when I look out the sliding glass door.
It’s not much of a clearing, but it’s definitely clear and visible and noticeable. So much so, in fact, that it makes the rest of the yard look even worse. No worries, though. I’ll get there, now that I have a little momentum going. That monkey (and its handmaiden) can’t hold me back now. (Well, it could, if I let it. That’s the nature of the beast.) | 
