We all have that room. You know what I am talking about. The room where we all go to when we need to clear our minds, but at the same time where we go to get new ideas. We all have our Thinking Room. Mine happens to be a place where I can be alone. It has four tiled walls each connecting in an intricate pattern of golden veins. It is a smaller room located in a slightly larger room. There is a waterfall only I can control. It is infused with the sweet scents of cherry blossom and coconut. There are no chairs in my thinking room, it's a standing room unless I choose a spot on the floor upon which to sit. It is a room meant for one person, a room where I am free to think and speak as I please. No one is around me, there are no disturbances. I could spend hours upon end in my thinking room. I close my eyes and I can be wherever in the world I chose. My imagination is freed from its cage and able to run wild as though I were a little girl yet again. My thinking room is soothing beyond compare. I close my eyes and let my body and mind be enveloped by the scents that surround me. I adjust the temperature of the waterfall. I am completely relaxed; my mind completely cleared. Now the thinking begins. I do not aim to think of a particular thing, I just allow my mind to wander and follow whatever thoughts may enter it. Filled with new ideas, I slowly open my eyes. I turn to the waterfall and shut it off. I now face the sad feeling of leaving my thinking room. As I open the door, I reach for my towel. I say goodbye to my thinking room until I shower again.

No, my thinking room is not anything elaborate as it may seem at the start of this article, however, they do not have to be. The elaborateness of the thinking room itself comes from what we bring to it. Each thinking room is much like a blank canvas. It could be as plain and simple as a box