Friday evenings are odd in the Adventure Rich household. I (Mrs. Adventure Rich) tend to be in full blown “it’s the weekend!” mode, ready for my two days off from my Monday through Friday job. Mr. Adventure Rich, however, is not quite there. His job currently requires a Tuesday through Saturday schedule, resulting in Fridays that feel like Saturdays and relaxing Monday mornings while I rush to work (…in my home office).
This past Friday, Mr. Adventure Rich arrived home from work with AR Jr. in tow (Mr. AR was on daycare pick-up duty) and casually suggested that we throw on our jeans and boots and head outside to do some yard work.
My thought had been more along the lines of pouring a drink and chilling out on this Friday evening, lazily ignoring the headaches at work and prepping for the local 5K on Saturday morning.
But he had a point. It was 7pm and the sun was still shining. It was getting cooler after a warm, slightly humid day and the weather was perfect for the yard projects we wanted to complete. I swallowed my protest and followed him outdoors. Thank goodness I did!
We didn’t stay out too long, but in the hour or two of light, we were able to create a new path through a “rock garden”, weed whip several overgrown trails through the woods, plan a new path, clear some brush and ponder future plans for our backyard.
Not only that, but I “got the bug” and decided to continue the effort on Sunday afternoon with further work on the new path through the woods while AR Jr. played in his sandbox. I also created a rock boundary for a portion of the yard using the rocks from the “rock garden path” I carved out on Friday night.
So, what does this have to do with anything?
As I continued the work on Sunday, I realized that I was back outside working on the yard because I truly enjoyed it. I craved the hard work and I savored the satisfaction of the visible progress. I wondered what would have happened if I didn’t join Mr. Adventure Rich on Friday afternoon. The yard would be fine. Some of the progress would have been made, but not nearly as much. And I would not have continued the work on Sunday afternoon.
One little “yes” to hard work changed my weekend from a “typical weekend” to a weekend well-worked and satisfying in a deeper level.
I am typing this as a tired, sweaty and sore woman with a few bruises and bug bites adding color to my skin. But I am deeply satisfied with the progress made over the weekend and I am motivated to continue the yard improvements, little by little creating our piece of paradise here in northern Michigan.
The seemingly undesirable and unnecessary chore of yard work became the cornerstone of my weekend, fostering a renewed sense of ownership, excitement and a level of fulfillment that I have not found with my typical daily work.
Always an Adventure,
Mrs. Adventure Rich