Mowing

I started a job last week as head of a mowing crew. I had forgotten the biggest advantage of mowing: Think time. No one can talk to me when I'm on/behind a mower. I can't hear them. I can hear my own thoughts very well.

Mowing time is a chance to pray, a chance to reflect, a chance to turn my mind completely off. Kind of like driving in the country, except the scenery isn't so great.

The mower's roar often fades into the background as my mind turns to whatever topic interests it.

Mowing is also a kind of instant gratification. My work's results are immediately apparent. I find that deeply satisfying. Crazy, I know.

Now, if I could just figure out how to keep the Weed Eater from beating up my hands, elbows and shoulders.