thinking mat.

In Kindergarten it was called the Thinking Mat, a roughly 1.5'x 2' piece of carpet you would be sent to sit on after misbehaving. You would be asked to sit on the carpet for 5-10 minutes to "think." (I am obviously attempting an educated guess as to how long it was...) Such a simple concept back then. You sit, and no one is allowed to speak to you, let alone come near you. For those 5-10 minutes, the moment was yours.

Some days I cannot seem to buy 5-10 minutes for myself. If it is not the constant interaction of people throughout the day that keeps me, it is the traffic of thoughts that refuse to yield. Maybe the solution is a work-timeout. A cubicle, if you will. Isolation from the rest; the only distractions being the muffled voices between cubed walls. Lunch granted if thoughts compiled, goals set, and deadlines met.

Looks like no lunch for me today.