Once upon a time ...

The day dawned grey and damp. I woke up, showered, dressed and ate my breakfast in silence. The trip into the office was it's usual slow self with hundreds of vacant faces staring into the oblivion that is our morning tube ride.

The rain was coming down in sheets around me as I finally managed to reach the office, my hair was plastered to my face and I thought to myself that this day should really already be over because it was not shaping up to be a fantastic one.

I managed to make it through the first half of the day hanging onto the scraps of my sanity but then I decided that it was time to take a moment to contemplate the horror of the day.

I walked down the stairs to the 1st floor, across the bridge to the far end of the building and stood in front of a white the door.

Contemplation Room said the small unassuming sign on the door. I opened it and slowly walked in.

Five mixed and matched couches were spread across the small room. The window had a view of the beautiful parking lot. Painted on the far white wall was a black arrow pointing up to a small black box.

The middle of the room sported a blue board covered in carpet.

I stood staring for a bit.

I sat down and contemplated the room.

It wasn't quite what I expected.

So I went to grab some lunch and have a drink.

Suddenly the day seem doable.