I spent all day Friday in the house.
I read some magazines. I watched a video. I played around on the internet for a while – a LONG while – and was basically lazy.
Sounds like the perfect way to spend the day.
But because I was a homebody all day, because I didn’t even step one foot into the sunshine, because I didn't go anywhere or really do anything, I was depressed, angry, beaten, a loser, down in the dumps, irritated, disheartened, and whole lot of other words that mean exactly the same thing.
But Saturday was different.
I went to Home Depot, bought some new hedge clippers, a limb lopper, got out in the yard and pulled weeds, chopped down bushes, destroyed vines that were creeping all over everything, and even helped my oldest son get my truck running again – the same truck that’s been sitting in the driveway for almost a year because of something wrong with something that makes it go (hope I’m not too technical for you.)
I sweated like a pig. I worked until my hands and arms couldn't lift another weed. And my day was great. I felt alive again.
I don’t know what the moral of this story is, but I definitely learned a lesson: Shopping for new garden tools is The Pathway to Contentment.
So say we all.