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There was no escaping it anymore – I had to mow the lawn. It was one of those jobs that Ex-man did and up until a few weeks ago, it wasn’t an issue. But the weather got warmer and the grass started growing. The problem was, Ex-man took the mower with him and last week when I took the landlord’s mower out and it wasn’t working. I took it into get fixed and they told me it would be better for me to buy a new mower than to repair it.
Then I got to thinking: I don’t really like gas mowers - they’re noisy and they seem too complicated to me. I fondly remember my Dad using a push mower on our yard when I was growing up – the grass smell over the gas smell, the quiet operation, the physicality of the process. A push mower it is.
They’ve got some pretty fancy push mowers these days but they still run less than half the price of a gas mower. I chose one and was almost excited to get home and put it to use.
Now I’m not saying that my job was as good as Ex-man’s job with his gas mower and professional edging job, but hey, it looked pretty darn good. I was proud to find a way to manage the “man’s job” that had previously been managed by my Ex-man.
Are you underestimating your ability to handle things that were once in your X's domain? Is what you believe you are capable of doing limited by gender stereotypes? Is it time to expand your own ideas of what's possible?
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