I'm a rambling thinker. I believe that's obvious if you've read any of my Sunday SoC, or for that matter, any of my posts, at all. But when I really need to think about something, to figure something out, to relax or space out, I go to my shower.
Sometimes it has to wait until far after I'm more than sure both my little "angels" are asleep, or has to be much earlier than I'd ever like to admit that I'm awake. But it's my alone time, it's my space. If you can't be real or honest with yourself while you're in the shower shaving and getting your dirty off, I don't really know what to tell you. I am at my most vulnerable when I'm behind that plastic liner, with the hot water spraying down on my face.
I come up with awe inspiring posts and witty conversation and come backs. I'm better than any Hollywood screen writer, as long as I'm there.
I'm as peaceful as a monk who does yoga, as long as I'm behind that plastic veil. It doesn't last long, not nearly as long as it used to. I don't remember half of the amazing, awe inspiring, awesomeness that comes out during the shower. But I love that time to think and to decompress and to find that awesome subconscious peace and calmness.
Inspiration for this post with great thanks from Bloggy Mom's Blog Dare for 2012.
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