It helps to have a goal. I always say that, donít I? And then I go on leading the goalless life, or at least a life where goals are set up and then ignored. Goals and deadlines are the same to me, except that deadlines must be met. Goals are a little less rigid. It helps to have a goal, but it helps if the goal is easy to meet. Thatís about the only time a goal is reached.
So earlier this week I bought a new pair of garden gloves at Target, where everything is all ďback-to-schoolĒ now, and the gardening supplies have been rotated to the back of the store. I was a little tired of having the stickers in my old gloves eat away the skin of my hands every time I put them on. Iíve been using that as an excuse not to do more work in the yard. In fact, this past week was the first since the yard got mowed that I didnít fill up the yard waste container and roll it out to the roadside.
Having run out of excuses when today turned out to be mild and pleasant, I set myself a modest goal today. All I wanted to do was clear away enough brush and dry weeds around the birdbath in my garden to be able to fill it up for the first time in awhile. I didnít promise myself Iíd fill up the container in one day, although I nearly did, and itíll go out to the road this Thursday even if I donít do another lick of work all week.
It didnít take long, but it was hard, scratchy work. And it paid off right away, because almost as soon as I came inside, a sparrow found the birdbath and started splashing around in it. Thereís a sight Iíve missed since the weeds got so high and the birdbath toppled over. Whatever the next goal turns out to be, I hope success is this rewarding.