I had a couple of thought processes recently which struck me.
Ages ago at Perot there was a tale of how Northern Electric solved the problem of heavy snowfalls bringing down power lines, the point being that in the problem-solving meeting no idea was to be dismissed and you had to think of how to do anything, no matter how bizarre. I’ll post the full story sometime if I can’t find it on the web (it’s probably an urban myth, anyway). It’s a much smaller problem, but I was quite pleased with how I resolved my work-morning thirst problem. Here we go:
In the mornings when I go to work & L&J go to nursery I don’t get time to drink a cup of tea before leaving the house. I used to make myself one, but kept finding them untouched scattered around the house, so then I stopped making them. I was finding that after I’d dropped Lily off and was driving into Wigan, I was feeling really thirsty and as though I’d really like a cup of tea. So, the thought process went: how can I get a cup of tea when I’m driving in? Is there anywhere along the way that sells them? That will cost money, and I’ll have to stop and/or drive out of my way when I already feel bad about being “late” for work. Can I get Lily’s nursery to make me one so I can pick it up when I drop her off? No, because that’s really properly taking the piss. So, I could make myself a brew, since I have time to *make* one, but then how do I transport it in the car (I know, this mystical new invention called a cup, don’t start) and keep it warm so it’s OK 20 minutes or so after we leave home? Some kind of insulated cup LIKE THE ONES I GOT WITH MY LITTLE FLASK would do the job just nicely.
You can see the moment the light dawned and I had my solution. So now, I make a brew (rooibus tea, thanks to Ken) and take it with me in the car when we go. Well, usually I do, anyway – I’ve only left it on the fridge twice so far. And so long as the traffic from the Pemberton traffic lights is only backed up to the motorway junction, that does me nicely, thank you!
A brighter person might have got there sooner, but I was quite pleased about thinking through the problem and coming up with a solution that meant no stopping and no spending cash.
The second thought process was last Saturday. I was walking into Ormskirk to get a gift for a friend and was filled with a sense of well-being. In identifying why, I came up with “I love living here”. That was in spite of the hangover which had meant that I had to uphold my green ideals and walk instead of drive(!)