It’s hard to realize what the norms of your normal are until you leave and see something different. Some cars have the steering wheel on the left side of the car, some have it on the right. Some cars stop at intersections, some cars drive around a roundabout. You might slice butter downwards in square pats while others scrape sideways off the length of the stick. Once I was served a soda in a glass bottle, and once someone poured the soda into a plastic bag, and handed it to me with a rubber band tied around the bag and a straw. You don’t realize that you’re breathing stale air and realize what a breath of fresh air smells like until you go outside. Outside your house, outside your company, outside your country, outside your head. Go outside.