A Good Hurt

That's me last summer, my first sorting with Bob.  I had a blast but when it was all over, I hurt - a Good Hurt.

Today dawned sunny, the first time in almost two weeks.  Hank and I headed down the road for our morning walk without slipping and sliding.  The sun was so warm that I was hot in my jacket.  I felt the early (very early) spring!

As I passed all the downed limbs and branches from the ice storm, I knew that today would be a great day to tackle them. 

And that's exactly what I did.

I pulled and hauled limbs and branches.  I raked and piled.  Although I didn't get finished, the end result was a driveway where Hank and I can once again safely throw the ball.  I finished as the pink sun was setting, pleased with the results.

Tonight I hurt a Good Hurt.  I relish the feeling because it speaks of accomplishment and reminds me of the great day I had.  And although the world around me isn't exactly as it once was, the Good Hurt tells me that today, I made a positive difference.