When I worked on Capitol Hill in Washington D.C., every day for lunch, I sat outside on a bench that faced west. I had never taken regular “lunch breaks” before and, even though I was thousands of miles away from home, I loved physically facing practically everything from my past that was important to me. For thirty glorious minutes, I thought about where I came from (which was comforting to a girl who had absolutely no idea where she was going). So I believe in taking lunch breaks. That time I spend away from the pressures of life to meet up with friends or spend a moment in reflection is literally and metaphorically nourishing.