Funny, I was recently having a conversation with a former colleague about this very subject, and what do you know — it turns up as a Daily Prompt: “When and where do you do your best thinking? In the bathroom? While running? Just before bed, or first thing in the morning? On the bus? Why do you think that is?”
For me, it’s in the shower. There I am, steaming hot water pounding down on me, drenching my hair, cascading down my face, releasing all the tension in my neck and shoulders. I turn this way and that, making sure every inch of me gets wet. Making sure every inch of me gets massaged. Pummelled. Relaxed. Rejuvenated.
Without even realizing it, I sigh with pleasure.
There’s nothing better.
I love it. And as soon as my body gets used to the temperature of the water, I make it hotter. And hotter. Until the whole bathroom steams up.
Time passes. I have no idea how long I’m in there. Could be minutes, could be hours. I don’t care. It’s like I’m in a trance. Who knows, maybe I am in a trance. It is indescribably good.
Meditative. I’m having an almost religious experience. Right about now I’m thinking how glorious it is to be alive. A moan escapes my lips.
There it is. AN IDEA! And another. And another. And another. Ripples of ideas. Like orgasms. I should be so lucky, huh!!?? (It’s amazing how much fun you can have all by yourself, isn’t it??)
Happens every time. Every single time. Without fail.
What is it about showers?
My theory is, it’s because I’m relaxed. My brain is shut off. I’m in the moment. Enjoying the solitude. The tranquility. The sheer pleasure of the water rhythmically beating down on me. Enjoying the heat. The steam. The hydration. The experience.
Oh, I am so in the moment.
My body feels freshly born.
My soul is jumping for joy.
My spirit is free.
My whole being is rejoicing.
My mind is open.
Open to receiving ideas …
My only problem is, I can’t write the ideas down in the shower. Not without water-resistant paper and ink. Don’t trust them to memory. So I have no choice but to turn off the water, grab a towel and re-enter the real world.
A rude awakening. Cruel, even.
Wonder if water-proof mascara works on bathroom tiles …