Here's something weird about me: I enjoy cutting the lawn.

I live in an apartment right now, so I don't have a lawn...but BGF does, so every now and then I go over to his house and cut his rather significant lawn. It makes me laugh, because there are 3 men that live there and they have a girl come cut their grass. Really though, it's because I want to.

I don't know what it is. I think that sometimes so many things in my life seem out of control and so many problems are not a quick fix that I love the cathartic chore of seeing a problem and knowing that I can not only fix it...but I can watch the tangible results of my work in progress immediately.

So, I spent the afternoon yesterday cutting the lawn and felt pretty good (although pretty hot lol) when I was finished.