I started thinking about how different the same things can be for everyone. Take for instance my in-laws. They think that a ten minute drive to a nearby town is a big deal. To make the hour drive into St. John's, well, you might as well get a hotel room. That's a trip. I on the other hand, cannot fathom that way of thinking. To me an hour's drive to the neighbouring town is normal. We do it every other week. It has to be more than a three hour drive for me to think that is a trip. To have spent my entire life on an island and never see anywhere else is incomprehensible, yet my Nan-in-law has done just that and wouldn't have it any other way.
To me quiting smoking four years ago today was not fun, but the best thing I could do for my health, my mental state and the environment (all those chemicals and the littering). To others, quitting is for quitters and they aren't quitters.
To my one of my friends, cooking is hard and cleaning is a breeze. To me, cooking is easy and fun, cleaning, hard and boring.
What's your perspective?
1. Pot half full or pot half empty?
2. Seen on a shelf in a flower shop or seen on a table in a coffee shop?
3. Lost scarf or cold tree?
4. Carelessly left on the front step or carefully placed decor?
5. Trying to get a good picture or proving the crazy or both?
6. Picture found on internet or picture found on camera?