When do you do your best thinking?
For some people it’s in the shower. I am usually too rushed by the little rulers of my home to think in the shower. Some of my friends think best when they exercise; I so wish that were me! While I’m on the treadmill, all I can manage to do to keep my mind off the minutes is wonder about the people around me or search (fruitlessly!) for a better song on my ipod.
I DO pull off some pretty darn good thinking when I vacuum. The boys race from the vacuum to the couch, pretending that the vacuum will eat their toes if they get too close. But the loud sound of the machine at my hand drowns out their gleeful cries, and I review my day in my mind.
I also think when I’m driving, particularly on an open stretch of the road, when my backseat passengers’ inquisitive minds have run dry of questions and are quiet for a precious few moments. It is then that I often feel the soft sting of tears in my eyes as I reflect on all the good in my life. I picture in my head images of the next week—the next ten years. I think about family members, all hundreds of miles away. I confront myself about habits I do and habits I don’t want to pass on to my kids. I wonder if I can teach them—how to pray and trust that answers will come, how to be kind even when their friends are not, how to believe in themselves enough to ignore the voices of so many others. Something about seeing the road stretch lazily before me turns my mind to the future. No wonder we go on so many drives.