I got a shovel handle right in the gut this morning.
It snowed today and I have taken it upon myself to be the family shoveler. I shouldn’t, I do have 3 teenagers who could do it, but I enjoy the quiet moments outside. I love the look when it’s completed. To see the side walk cleared of snow makes me feel good. Accomplished even.
I have to say, I have a pretty good shoveling game going on right now. The dog has to go out early, so I keep the shovel at the front steps and get it done every time I take him out. If I attend to it every time he has to pee, I can stay on top of it.
But today, the sidewalk got me.
I was smoothly sliding my shovel along the cement, not a care in the world, when out of no where my shovel caught the crack and stopped abruptly. My body was still in motion and I lurched forward over the handle as it plummeted into my stomach bringing me to a dead stop.
A few choice words were uttered, I composed myself and picked up the shovel, only to have it happen again 2 seconds later. Efffffff!
Sometimes life happens the same way.
You are traipsing merrily along your way and then wham! Something happens and it sucks the air right out of you. It sends you for a tailspin and causes you to question what is true.
So, then you have a choice: Put down the shovel and walk away, leaving the work undone….or recognize that if you stay the course, the road will clear.
You my dear, are strong enough to carry your shovel.
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