It may look like a harmless little patch of grass, but a new perspective (years ago) completely changed the way I looked at (and walked around) that little patch of grass.
We’ve been staying in this condo every summer for years now. I still remember our first year. I came up from the beach and walked through this patch of grass barefoot in order to get the last bit of sand off of my feet. It felt good. The cool, soft grass felt great between my toes as I prepared to enter the condo building.
That was the LAST TIME I walked through that grass.
It’s been years now, but the new perspective gained while sitting on the balcony watching what I like to call “parking wars” in the late afternoon changed me in a deep and profound way. (sarcasm alert)
While watching cars jockey for position and try to fit their SUVs into spots made for compact cars, I was bothered by what I noticed going on in the grass patch below me. Over the course of the next hour or so I witnessed dozens of dogs using that for their public restroom. It wasn’t just near the trees, it was all over my nice little soft patch of grass.
Yep, years now have gone by and I still avoid that little patch of grass that once brought me such comfort and joy.