Most people have a favorite spot that helps them to think and relax, a place where they can lose themselves and indulge in calm reflection.
A few find it in the wide expanse of a lush, green meadow, or a sheer rocky outcrop. Others find solace in walking along a deserted beach, while some prefer the solitude of the mountains. There are those who derive undiluted pleasure in the rugged, untamed charms of the outback, and still others who favor a quiet walk in a meandering country lane while they sort out their thoughts.
Some need only a few square feet of space in their study, along with a comfortable chair, a favorite book or drink, and a well-placed window. Others eschew solitude and prefer basking in the company of those who stimulate their mind; some turn to music, or sewing or sketching. A few go sailing, preferring the isolation of being surrounded by water on all sides.
A few lucky souls are those who can think and relax anywhere -- even in the midst of bustling crowds. These folks are usually those who find it easy to tune out the rest of the world while they quietly immerse themselves (likely with iPods strapped to their ears) in whatever it is that preoccupies them.
For those who barely have time to sit back long enough for them to relax -- they usually make do with a mental picture of themselves lollygaging in some beach or skiing in some alpine resort. The trick, I think, is to keep that picture alive in your mind, and nursing the hope that soon -- one of these days, perhaps -- you'll get there. Meanwhile, there are several things that need to be done.
A thought that's aptly encapsulated in the last few lines of Robert Frost's Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening...
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
