In April of 2008 I had written a post after spending some time in the snow, but I never shared it.
Just recently I read this post, after many years and it really got my mind spinning. It’s been a long time, things have changed, I’ve gotten older, and my beard has gotten grayer.
These thoughts are still true, but they now apply differently to my own life. So before I make any updates, or edit my post, here is my old post for you to enjoy…
I shovel my snow. Yes. Shovel. No snow blower. No snow removal service. Not even a local neighbor kid with a shovel.
Since my yealy average snowfall is 88.8 inches of snow…. That’s ALOT of shovelling.
So every winter I get hours, days, weeks of quality time with my shovel. “This is my shovrl. There are many like it, but this one is mine.”. My shovel is green with an aluminum handle. The handle is starting to bend and I may have to go out and get a new one. Hopefully I will be able to find another just like it. Because, after so much time together, I have learned some valuable lessons from my shovel. Lessons learned while moving snow off 53 feet of driveway and 37 feet of sidewalk.
- A big job should be taken a little at a time.
I have gotten a little ambitious at times and decided I was going to throw that snow right into a pile where it belongs. But, as the sweat starts and the muscles start to give, I realized that I cannot keep this up for 90 feet of concrete. I have to work smart as well as hard. I learned to push snow to it destination. Push it as far as I can then shovel it from there to pile in the grass. And as I get part of the driveway cleared, use the cleared area to push more snow further. A little at a time, going back and forth over the same path of concrete till all the snow is pushed down to one end. If you are a woodworker or a car guy, you know that a fine finish is done the same way. One thin coat at a time until you have an incredibly good looking surface. A clean driveway is the same. At first it looks like you are just pushing snow over the done parts. But when you see the completed job, you know the satisfaction of a job well done.
Speaking of satisfaction…
- Hard work feels good after it’s done.
One might say that exercising feels good. To that one I would say “Are you crazy!” I have gotten partway done with my shoveling and thought “This is good enough. Why should I keep pushing myself?” I was tired. The sidewalk had at least one shovel width done all along it’s length. If someone needed to pass in front of my house, they could do it.? The exercise has never felt good while I’m doing it. But the other day, I remembered how I felt last winter and
back in my days in the Marine Corps.? Both after finishing a few hours of shoveling and back then when I’d finish of morning of calisthenics,? I would feel the tingle of muscles, and the energy of increased blood flow.? It’s the high after the exercise that always feels good.? Even the slight aches were good.? A reminder of good day of effort.
Mentally as well, it feels good.? Afterwards you can look at the job and see the result of work done well.? I remembered the feeling as the looked back at all my clean concrete.? I got such a feeling of satisfaction as I looked at the mounds of white glistening snow surrounding the cleared driveways and sidewalks.
- Find your motivation