This morning, I saw it again. That overgrown tree continued to thrive, blocking out the light. My patch of Bermuda grass thinned. Erosion began eating away the slope.
I knew what to do. I knew how to do it.
Procrastination had worked before, but not this morning.
“Just do it,” I thought.
No, it wasn’t on my calendar. But on Tuesday morning at 7:30 AM I marched to the…