Me, as I began mowing my lawn: Look at that grass by the house and the fence. I really should get some kind of weedwhacker thing so I don’t have to use scissors again. And what’s with those bare spots? Should I be fertilizing? And that tree, why in the world haven’t I…STOP. Just stop. Stop whining. Stop criticizing. Just feel good about the fact that you are outside mowing your lawn. And that you don’t have to do THAT with scissors.
And I relaxed my shoulders and I felt really quite good about myself for counting my blessings (lawn mower, sprinkler system, thriving vegetable garden…) instead of focusing on what I lacked.
I got to the edge of the yard, and then I turned that mower on a dime, and I started back across.
And then the mower made a strange, horrific sound.
And lurched to a stop.
I looked in the gas tank and in the oil pan.
They were both smoking.
Maybe if I wait a couple days, and try it again, it will magically begin working.
Maybe I should sharpen my garden scissors.
Get a goat?