I’ve always been a grass is greener kind of person. I don’t wish to be this way. It’s not an attractive trait. But there it is.

No matter how mouldy, muddy or sparse the grass is on the other side of the fence, it’s always greener than mine.

When I was on maternity leave I regularly sighed after my friends who were conversing with other adults at work. When I worked from home I sighed after the old days of non-working, devoted baby time. Now I go out to a workplace AND work at home, I sigh after just the working from home status.

The grass is always greener. Contentment is always on the other side of the fence.

And the internet doesn’t help my inner grassy feelings. Continue reading »