 When it comes to Spring yard-work I have, over the years, developed certain habits & rituals of prepping my gardens. One such habit is raking leaves. I enjoy the physicality of the work, the discovery of the shoots of green that manage to grow under the dark, cold, mucky leaf covering, and I even get smug satisfaction from my lightly calloused hands. This year, however, my raking happy place had to make room for the leaf blower.
You see, my hubby broke his leg (that’s a whole other blog post!) and was unable to take on this job, HIS job. So one brisk spring morning, he gleefully handed over the ear plugs, the gloves, and the mighty leaf blower -- exhibiting full confidence in my ability. I on the other hand was overcome with a chorus of voices, all fueled by fear: -The voice of Distrust: what if this power tool exploded the minute I turned it on? -The voice of Incompetence: I will never succeed at this, and will blow more leaves into the garden than out of it, which I will have to rake out later anyway. -The Judging & Comparing voice: I will never be as good as my husband at this, why even bother, I’m defeated before I begin. -The Rigid voice: I don’t DO leaf blowers, this is just a fact, that’s not how I’ve ever gardened, why start now?
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