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.