Changing Focus

Shift Your Point of View

“Ugh. Why does that ugly trailer have to be the first thing I see when I open my front door?”

moblie mini office with broken windows

I’ve been looking at this mobile mini for years. It’s tattered widow coverings sometimes greet me with a wave from the broken windows. My neighbor in which this lovely trailer sits can’t see it from his home. It’s behind the shed in his back yard.

The problem is that his back yard faces my front yard. No, he isn’t the kind of neighbor you ask to remove such lovelies from his place. He frequently drags home such ‘finds’ that can’t be believed. Just to¬† the left of the trailer now resides a john boat with a PAYDAY NOW (BRIGHT RED) sign lisping over the edge.

Today I’ve had enough. I’m changing my point of view to this.

corkscrew willow tree branches moving in the wind

When I open my door and look right I’m greeted with my fairy tale corkscrew willow tree. My day starts off on a happier note. I remember I live in America and I’m fortunate to live in a part of the county that doesn’t impose ‘rules’ like ‘no clothes lines in the yard’ or ‘the grass must not reach more than 2 inches high.’

It means that I while we own our property and can do what we wish, so can our neighbor. The no parking private drive sign at the end of our road tells me I’m still free to do as I wish with my property without an association saying it is okay to do so.

With this bothersome problem out of the way I’ll be searching out other ways to shift my point of view. Starting with why I must do laundry.

Tell me in the comments what’s been bugging you?