apartment therapy changing the world, one room at a time

This might sounds silly...but I go outside. I grab a blanket, lunch and something to doodle on. Leave the phone and other peoplee behind. I just sit outside and listen to the breeze and look at the lights. Relaxing is the best recharging, especially when you have a hectic job (mine is at a daily newspaper).

I second getting outside. I really need to do something physical, like ride a bike or walk or hike or swim in order to center myself. One of the nice things about getting older is realizing hat and making time for it every day.

My initial response is get plastered (that's my younger brain talking). But that is only because I have a 2 year old who has just stopped nursing and because I've had insomnia for about six months (not entirely because of her) - so my thoughts are of sublimely sinking into sleepy unconsciousness... but the reality is that I only really drink a glass (or two on on off night) and then even on a shitty sleeping night sleep till 6 am. So, I go for a mountain bike or road ride or a run to refuel. Or if I'm up to it I go shopping for antiques or the like but this takes some time which I haven't had much of lately.... Does anyone have any fabulous decorator friend who would like to help me re-do my super modern but not decorated Denver-ish home??? I just don't have the freaken energy.

I hole up and read. Listen to jazz. Watch the birds at the bird feeder and bird bath. Look for heart-shaped pieces of flint in my driveway. Watch for new fawns ... I swear they really do look like something done up by Disney.

I just finished reading a book called "Spark" about how exercise affects the brain. I've never been very into exercise for the sake of exercise, but this book really changed my perspective. It turns out, as some of the comments above have suggested, that aerobic exercise does all kinds of good for your brain, both short and long term. It's "Spark" by Ratey and Hagerman. I'm planning on getting one or two more copies for my fam.

Actually, for the past three months I've been wishing I had time to recharge my batteries!

I'll sit in a cafe -- one that Starbuck's hasn't driven out of business -- and read a book. Sometimes I'll couple that with a visit to a museum -- the cafe becomes the museum restaurant and the book is often the exhibition catalogue.

"We" dance.