For those of us with pioneer ancestors,
Pioneer Day holds special significance. My great-great grandmother
Elizabeth Xavier Tait traveled all the way from Poona, India in 1856
as a member of the ill-fated Willie Handcart Company, a trip that
left her permanent health scars. You can read about it here.
I always find inspiration this time of
year in her sacrifice, but struggle in attempts to properly celebrate
or commemorate it. We celebrate it every July 24th with
parades and parties that express our gratitude, but I pondered this
year on a better way to commemorate it. Elizabeth Xavier proved to
her descendants that she could do hard things. What if... what if...
I honored her this Pioneer Day by doing my own hard thing?
I have a weed-infested backyard that
taunts me daily. Even with my best efforts I have so far failed to
conquer this monster. So... on Monday, July 25th, all day
long, I am committed to completing my hard thing- I will not sleep
until I have eradicated every vestige of unwanted growth from the
backyard. Just like my pioneer ancestor, I'll start at the break of
dawn on the back lawn and continue until sunset. When the temperature
soars to 95 degrees with 60% humidity and the pile of pulled weeds
overcomes our yard trash can, I'll stop for a moment, wish to quit,
then remember Elizabeth Xavier Tait trudging through the snows of
high Wyoming and keep on pulling.
This is my hard thing.
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