Walking with no set destination is one of the few things of late that’s given me space to think. When I’m at home there are endless things to do. And then there is information overload every time I jump online. I use what I read for inspiration and human connection but that can also crowd out my own thoughts and ideas.
Whilst it’s exciting to have access to all these networks, sometimes I long for the mentally uncluttered times of childhood and even my early 20s (yes, I’m a bit ‘old’). That’s probably why part of me so appreciates Anne of Green Gables and Austen; it’s a chance to escape to (apparent) simpler times.
It’s going to take effort but I want to impart the love of those times to my two girls. And I guess that’s going to mean making an effort to disengage with inputs and start working on outputs; values and lessons to teach my girls and modeling the example they need to see. How? The answer will be born from the next space I give myself to think.
Where, when and how do you find space to think?