20 Minutes.

What can I do in 20 minutes? I can take a shower, jog on the treatmill, eat a snack, whip out an episode of Sex and the City, etc. Or I can do nothing.

Honestly, I kept pushing off my 20 minutes of nothing because I didn't know how to fit in time to do nothing. I thought of a million other things I could be doing instead. But I gave it a go. I decided to spend my 20 minutes in silence in my room on my bed. There was a multitude of thoughts and "to-do's" going through my head. Then I looked out my window and all I could see were trees of different shapes and sizes. I never took the time to actually look out my window to look at, trees? The colors were warm and fall-like, and I would watch the leaves blow around and trickle down towards the ground. Besides the weather, fall is a beautiful season.

Ten minutes had passed..my eyes started to get droopy. I started to look around my room at all the various collections I had accumulated over the years. It seems each has its own story/meaning; from my palm tree bear my boyfriend brought back for me a couple years ago from Hawaii, to my finalized Sex and the City collection, my corner of volleyball trophy's and metals, and various pictures of loved ones scattered about. My room truely represents me. It has a little of my past, my present, and my future. It's like a time capsule.

Twenty minutes.

Whew. I'm not sure if I want to get out of bed and go do something now...
That was kinda nice!