The sun was out yesterday and I took a walk on my lunch break. Such a pleasure! Being outside is so refreshing, especially after being in the office for a long time. After my lovely stroll and talking to a beloved friend on the phone, my hour was up (not in the metaphorical "I'm-about-to-die" way, but in the "my-lunch-hour-is-up" way). Walking through the parking lot back to the office, I heard a semi-truck with some strange engine problem. It sounded like the truck was about to make the jump to hyper-drive like in Star Trek. I got so excited! That sound sparked my childhood imagination and I started pretending that it really WAS going to jump into hyper-drive. The remainder of my walk back to the office was filled with space travel, walking through the jungle, climbing Mount Hood and being a piece of floating cotton being blown by the wind. Ha! It was so much fun.
I've been thinking about the imagination a lot because I recently watched Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea (two of my favorite movies). I used to be very imaginative when I was a kid. But that faded away as I got older apparently, which I hadn't even realized. I still consider myself creative. But being creative and being imaginative are like cousins: they're related but have different parents. Yesterday I rediscovered how fun it is to imagine. Of course there's a time and a place for everything, but I found that on a walk is the perfect time to be childly imaginative.
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