Is The Grass Always Greener On The Other Side?

Is The Grass Always Greener On The Other Side?

As we speak, I’m sat at a posh-ass Starbucks Reserve in Chelsea. My old neighborhood from when I first moved to New York. Not that I lived here, but I worked right on 18th street for two years. Every day, I would walk through these streets to go to the office. In my lunch break I would explore Chelsea’s galleries and the amazing stores in Meatpacking. I miss those times. I was actually thinking about that the other day. I was talking to my former manager, and asked her if she ever miss those times. She does. Like me. But she also said, that the cool events and amazing clients couldn’t make up for the toxic environment. I couldn’t agree more. It’s interesting how, after a while, all you really remember about something is the good. It’s like the bad becomes less important. Of course not in every case, but those everyday situations. There’s a reason why I pulled myself out of that office. But now, that I’m looking for new job opportunities, I somehow only remember how cool that time was. Why is that?

Is it a survival mechanism, when we paint things prettier than they actually were? Why is it, that when in bad or rough times, the past seems so much better? What happened to embracing the now and running with it?

greener on the other side

I’ll be the first to admit, that I often think the grass is greener on the other side. I’ve had those conversations with my better half (Edward) about that some times, and he also has those thoughts. I think that might just be a human thing. What I’m taking away from it here and now is to practise gratitude instead of looking back in a state of envy. Take the “My life was so much better/more interesting/I didn’t have any problems” and switch it to “I’m so grateful for the journey that life is, I know I’m supposed to be where I am right now, and I trust that it will take me to where I’m supposed to be.” And then add a ton of hard work.

Starbucks at 8AM, a tale of New York

Starbucks at 8AM, a tale of New York

I quit bad food, and now all I can think about is a chunky, delicious cookie filled with chocolate chips

I quit bad food, and now all I can think about is a chunky, delicious cookie filled with chocolate chips