Sunday Confession: Love

This is my first and I think the ACTUAL first edition of Sunday Confession from More than Cheese and Beer, a blog written by a fellow Midwesterner that I've come to know and love. She writes about recipes and natural health remedies and REAL stuff, so I'm pretty impressed.

She is starting a Sunday Confession series, the few rules are simple:

Click the link above, take the prompt, whatever it may be, and just run with it for about 10 minutes. No over-thinking, just see where it takes you. This has been my favorite blogging style lately, thanks to my schedule and sleep-deprived brain.

Today's prompt is: Love. I know, right? First thing I thought was: BARF. I thought long and hard how I could write about that and not want to punch myself in the balls. 

Confession: I thought for more than 10 minutes.

Confession: I'm kind of buzzed, so thinking is hard.

I was drunk (buzzed) raking today, so I'm all giddy on exercise, fresh air, some ACTUAL sunshine, and yes, beer. This could be hilarious, this could be my suicide note. All I can think of, besides "How do I love beer? Let me count the ways" is how 

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CONFESSION: I love raking. There, I said it.

My husband thinks I'm a freak, but I've always liked it. It's one of those must-do chores that has a very clear end, immediate victory, and also counts as exercise, which means guilt-free drinking as a reward. It's all about balance in my health plan, America. 

My hands and arms are sore as I type, lack of muscle, but my girls and I made leaf piles and jumped in them, took a bazillion photos I upload to my shiny, new Instagram account, and got most of the front yard's leaves taken care of. 

I also started to use raking as a personal reflection time, thinking about what has changed since last Fall, what have I accomplished, what did I WANT to accomplish that I may or may not have done, etc. The last say 15 years, every year just gets better, so this reflection time has been pretty awesome. 

Before that, life sucked a big, fat hairy one and 10 minutes is not enough time to get into it, but now I am in charge of me, my happiness, and I have really been rocking that. 

One of my first dates with my husband he made me help him rake his backyard, in the original ComfyTown. He was laughing at how much I liked it, and I was throwing leaves around laughing, instead of just powering through until we were done. He reminds me of that every Fall, and that makes me happy too. 

We raked there for a few years, and now we have our new ComfyTown, our together, raising a family house, and even though it has a shit-ton of trees, which equals a shit-ton of leaves, I'm happy we're here, I still like raking and even though I never work out, I'm still able to do it for hours, and life just keeps getting better. 

Years from now, raking will be painful on our old bones, but as our expert life-crafting would have it, our girls will be old enough to do the raking at that point. Booyah. 

That's got to be 10 minutes and this probably makes no sense and is super lame, but hey, it's Sunday, this is me right now just letting it flow.

Some lovely leaf pictures as a reward for getting through that mumbo jumbo.