COVID-19 Virus Shutdown, Day 81
When we were young, I never imagined there was an actual reason that my parents or any adults would do hard work knowing that they'd be sore for days later. They'd laugh it off, and lament about youth being wasted on the young. Part of the bliss is being ignorant I suppose. Thinking about the gardening projects, knowing the amount of weeding and pickers and sticks to deal with is daunting. Knowing how sore I'm going to be would be a deterrent, except for one thing - There is real pleasure in accomplishing something hard. Anyone who does any sport or martial art will tell you, it hurts. But accomplishing a goal is really worth it. It's the same when you build a garden. The work is worth it. Our online church service today was about identity, and how we tend to tie our identity to things like high school letter jackets or a particular hair do or even things like "I'm a person who eats too much. I just can't control it." Each of these things, when st