42mins

Sitting, staring, sitting, staring that is what she seems to do.  What is she thinking about one may ask.  What is she looking at another may ask.  She gets up, after about twenty-six minutes, empties her tray, and with a slender smirk on her face she walks out the door. 

 

Sunny day out it is and she’s a little bit warm in what she is wearing, but as long as the wind is blowing a slight cool breeze she’ll get by.  She passes random people some to who smile, some to who say hello, and some to who are needed to be ignored.  Walking, thinking, walking, thinking; how much thinking can one person do?  Isn’t there a time in the day that your brain just shuts down for a few?  Can’t your brain put up an “out to lunch” or “be back in five minute” sign?  After about sixteen minutes of walking the slender smirk reappears as she climbs seven steps and walks into her home.  Open door, keys on counter, bag on table, shoes off, and clothes removed and replaced with different ones.

 

What took place in those forty-two minutes?  What was going on?  What brought along that slender smirk?  Realization, a sense of liberation, acceptance to what has happened finally leaving her with a sense of confidence that her day will come? 

 

Routine is boredom.  Thinking is creativity.  Confidence is key.