Who else has to touch grass to feel alive?

Work has been a shit show. Customers all over the place, internally things are a mess. I took 20 minutes while WFH today to go outside and dig up/redistribute an inexplicable pile of dirt left by the previous owner between 2 of our pines in the backyard. Immediately, I felt like a new person. Like I had purpose. Like what I was doing made a tangible difference. The shined brighter. My gum tasted mintier. IDK what the point of this thread is. Maybe a PSA? Feeling blue? Go touch grass.