Almost every single day I walk the same path. My commute is still fairly new to me, but I’m starting to get into a groove. I know that if I leave at a certain time I will run into that one person at that one corner. I know that if I walk fast enough I can miss almost every light on that one street. I fumble less when pulling out my T pass and I fly through the turnstile. I don’t miss my T stop because I got lost in a game of Words with Friends – at least it’s been a while. My commute, as adventurously different as it is than it used to be, has officially become routine.
I realized that the other day as I stomped over this.
A shamrock cemented into the sidewalk, there’s no way that this is new, but it was the first time I had ever seen it in my life. For some reason, at just the right moment, I broke out of my all business, look straight ahead and just get home attitude, and looked down. My feet were actually faster than my brain, but once it caught up I stopped, turned around and walked back to take a closer look.
It’s amazing what we don’t see sometimes, even if we walk over it every day. Don’t you think?