I don’t know when I do my best thinking. But I do know where: the shower. So last week I did the most obvious, logical thing. I moved my whole workspace into it. Desk, chair, books, framed medical diploma now hanging via suction cup. It makes perfect sense for what I do. I’m a therapist. A family therapist. I see clients in person once or twice a week. Divorce, death, grief, life transitions, mental health, trauma—I cover it all.