Time Out: Tuesday's Reflection

When our children were little, I remember occasionally declaring, "You need a time out," as I sent one or both of them to their rooms. 

It didn't take much for me to understand that I was often the one who needed the time out. Their punishment in that moment was my preservation.

Now that I am in my 70's, however, a time out is totally unconnected to punishment. 

Nor is it necessarily a reward for doing hard work or accomplishing something major or being productive, although that may be the case. I admit I am a slow learner in this department, however, for I have always been someone who rewards herself with a time out when I've completed my list for the day. Not before. I have viewed time outs as a treat, like a cookie or a piece of chocolate. I have not understood that time outs are worthy in themselves. They don't need a reason. Or permission. They don't need to lead to something else, although they often do--like a new perspective or idea or renewed energy or a restored spirit.

My idea of a time out for myself hasn't changed much over the years. Generally it means immersing myself in a book. Or two or three, as was the case over Memorial Day weekend when we spent glorious days on Lake Superior's North Shore. Of course, there are many other things I love to do, other ways I relax, but reading is my favorite form for a time out. More and more I recognize that I can stop whatever I am doing, whenever I want to and pick up a book. 

 A self-directed, self-authorized time out is a choice. 

"Nancy, you need a time out. Go to your reading chair. NOW."

An Invitation
What is your favorite form of a time out? I would love to know.