When I returned from my little self-imposed exile, I knew I would somehow have to rearrange a host of drivers in my thinking and activities, learning what filled and what drained my tank. I had to learn how to recognize the symptoms and be more preventive than medicinal. It would require either a new line of work or a new way of thinking. I would opt for a new way of thinking. The days I spent at the monastery taught me the difference between solitude and isolation. They may contain similar characteristics,