I’ve always been a serious, deep thinker.  Anxiety and depression seem to be part of the package. Those fears, worries, and bouts of pity aren’t productive, but sometimes it is difficult to get back on track. Fortunately, there are a few places where I can’t stay stuck in my head.

One place is the swimming pool. I’m not a skilled swimmer. When my head goes under the water, all of my concentration is on my breathing, my arms, my legs. The more comfortable I am, the more my thoughts may drift, but they don’t go far. Often times, they remain under water with me, basking in a sense of security.

Another place is the ocean. I can’t walk on the beach and pout. There is too much fresh air for that. There are birds, and dogs. There is the constant soothing motion of the waves that carry you forward. There is the feel of the sand, and bits of shell and rock and wood to look at.

Winnie the Pooh had a special place. Pooh’s Thoughtful Spot was halfway between his house and Piglet’s , and offered a good spot for “deciding what to do today”.

I’d like to hear about your thoughtful place. Where is it? What do you do there?