I've spent some time watering this "other" side, and all that has grown so far this week have been weeds. I stood on the other side of the fence, looking at this side, and saw a lush garden, full of life and hope. So, I jumped over to this side from the other side. I couldn't wait to enjoy this garden, but as soon as I got here, I realized that what I had thought to be green, rolling hills, are actually rocky, barren inclines. It's not too late to jump back over the fence again, but there is little honor in retreating.
Next time, I'll learn to stay on the side of the fence where I am already. Of course, hindsight is always crystal clear.