Pull the weeds
Pull the weeds Go back to summer of 2020. It was a few months after I gave birth to Millery. It was a hot Arizona day and I was alone. At this point my then husband was in a treatment center for substance abuse. I had just had a baby and was in the midst of a global pandemic. I felt helpless. We lived on a 1 acre property with a home that required a lot of maintenance. My forced instant sole responsibility of a baby, home, bills, and his company left me feeling like I was under water. I was drowning. I remember this day so vividly. I was looking out my back window and couldn't help but notice how massive the weeds in my backyard had become. Some were taller than me and lining the wall. I couldn't stand looking at those weeds. They were ugly and unruly. I had a strange connection with these weeds. I felt they resembled the position of my life. That day I put Millery down for a nap, grabbed gloves and a shovel and went out back. From the first pull, the first sweat...