Don't tell my dad, but back in the day I used to love to mow our yard. Weird, right? We had lots o' acres (12-ish), but trees and a pond, so I'm not sure how many actual mowable acres we had. However many you can mow in 6 hours on a riding lawnmower.
I liked mowing our yard because that's when I did my best thinkin'. I'd sort things out. Plan. Worry. (Agonize. Stress. Stew. Fuss. Etc. Etc.) Plot. Daydream. Try to figure out teenage boys.
Those were some good hours. They were healthy. They were needed. They were peaceful.
I don't have that kind of time anymore. My husband, son and I carpool to and from work so no thinking time there. I work at, well, work, so no personal thinking time there (not much anyway). I don't take long showers. I rarely take a bubble bath. I don't even grocery shop alone. I'm thinking I need some thinking time. Maybe a big yard to mow.