My wife and I were mowing the lawn, taking turns pushing the mower.
We don’t usually do this together but today she asked if I would like her to help.
A hour or so before we started I had written in my prayer journal that I wanted to mow the lawn joyfully. My wife apparently picked up on this.
As she was taking a turn at mowing the yard, I noticed she didn’t follow the pattern I follow.
Ego said, “She’s not doing this the right way.”
Me to Ego, “Shut up.”
It then flooded in on me that I’m not a landscape person anyway and would just as well prefer that we pave the yard over. The only reason I mow is that the city frowns on tall grass.
Ego tried to engage me in an issue I really don’t care about.
The task was joyous.