I wasn’t able to finish mowing my lawn… again.
While I was out traveling the past several weeks, and while everyone else in my neighborhood was getting in their first mow of the season after a long, cold, and arduous winter—my grass invited over all the neighbor’s weeds, had a party, and got its grow on.
And then, of course, when I committed to getting in my first mow, it rained and cut my mowing time short (pun definitely intended).
Now, my grass is two, and in some areas, three times the size of the mower itself and pushing the damn thing feels like I’m doing weighted sled sprints at the gym.
Part of me is cool with this and mentally adds a tally to the workout column for the day.
But, the other part of me sighs in frustration because I know that this is what happens when you procrastinate.
Getting the job done on a regular mowing day is no problem. Sometimes even therapeutic.
Waiting to get the job done past that ideal mowing day doesn’t just add to the challenge of the mowing… it multiplies the challenge.
And the same is true with so many of the things in life that we’d be much better off doing in regular, well-timed intervals rather than in a singular, herculean interval done once every when I feel like it.
A little bit done often, is oftentimes much more effective than a lotta bit done too late.