As I stood on the roof of my garage shoveling beautiful, white fluffy snow to the ground to prevent an imminent roof collapse I started feeling happier and happier. My arms hurt, my back hurt, I was getting one hell of a workout. But how incredible it was to feel useful - to physically have to take care of a property and people around you. If the sky had not dropped so much snow I wouldn’t even have had that task; if I wasn’t lucky enough to have a garage I also wouldn’t have had that task.
And people later said to me, “Oh, I am so glad I didn’t have to do that”, or “I’m lucky that we have someone taking care of that”. And then that person would perhaps go to a one hour workout at the local gym.
The workout is a replacement for something that could be achieved naturally by just humbling down and taking care of “mundane” tasks.
I love being in touch with nature. I love sweating and letting my body work hard. I love experiencing the weather.
When I was done with all the snow on the roof of the garage I looked down at the garden, sweat rolling down my face in the freezing cold. The "ground" was so much closer than usual because of all the snow I had just thrown there.
And I came very close to jumping off the garage instead of using the ladder. It would have been a great end to this blog post.
But I didn’t do it.