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Thinking about nothing is hard work…

I knew this guy in my American literature class a couple of semesters ago who said, "you know, I would love nothing more than to go deep into the woods for about a week and reflect on nothing but my own thoughts." At the time, I thought he was a bit full of himself but after today I know for a fact, that he was a lot full of himself. I tried to spend the day doing absolutely nothing. The goal was empty my mind and decompress from working so hard in school for the past year. I had good intentions, that's for sure but I was not able to accomplish my goal. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't for the life of me turn my mind off.

I sat alone in my room for about a good three hours and tried to think about nothing. I ended up thinking about my wallpaper border. It has Guardian Angels suspended forever in flight flying all around my room. I thought about how juvenile it seemed for a 25-year-old to have a wallpaper mortar filled with guardian angels. Then, I cursed myself because I remembered the exact reason and moment that I  chose that particular wallpaper border. It was a few years after my grandma McKay died and I was missing her quite a lot that day because we were thinking about remodeling my bedroom and I knew that was something that she would have loved to have been a part of.

It's funny, when you try to think about nothing you often end up thinking about some of the most important things in your life.

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