The Fifteen Minute Vacation

We go to work, we come home. We go to work, we come home. We go to work. We come home. Same thing, week after week, over and over again. At some point, we all must force ourselves to take a “time-out” from the cycle, otherwise before you know it, Life’s over!! I don’t care if it’s a walk around the block, a conversation with the flowers in the back garden, a card game with friends, or, if you must, a scream from a mountaintop, all of us must accept the fact that if we don’t control what we do with our time, Time will control us.

Let’s get real….with television’s 24 hour news cycle, how much is enough? Hey guys….I know the world is going to hell in a hand basket, but how many times do you expect me to hear it before I just “zone it out?” I find myself these days more and more tuning into shows on the Discovery, or Travel Channel. There are many things I probably will never be able to do in my life, but at least for fifteen minutes, I may be able to get a glimpse of them. Each evening I try, whenever I can, to take a fifteen minute “vacation” to see, hear, or experience something I have not done before. I find this exercise a great refreshing excursion outside the norm….so that when I “return,” I am filled with a feeling of newness.

All it takes is fifteen minutes….around the block, or around the world through television, or the internet…it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are transported to someplace you’ve never been before. If we humans are a collection of our experiences, the more, the merrier.

Bon Voyage!!!

love, Jennifer Avalon

© 2006 Jennifer Avalon

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