Week 1 prompts

Alone in a quiet room. Listen. What do you hear?

As I sit here, just me and the laptop, I can hear the faint sound of my dad snoring while watching ESPN. I can hear my dog, Darby, scratching herself and the clanking noise of her collar.I can hear my brothers fan running in the next room, but most of all I hear the my thoughts in my head. My mind never seems to shut down, even while I am sitting here alone in my quiet room. I assess my day and wonder if I lived the day to its fullest or wonder if there was something I forgot to do. It is never completely quiet around here. Whether it be the sound of snoring or the sound of a TV running all throughout the night. I can hear the freezing rain drip outside my window. This is what I hear, alone in a quiet room.

Alone in a quiet room. What do you see?

As I sit here, in my room, I realized that it is not usually quiet in here at all. I usually have a friend over, or music playing, or something on the TV. But as I sit here, in my favorite chair, I realize for the first time in a long time its quiet. The only noise I hear is the clanking of the keys on the laptop. I look around at my room and appreciate the things that I have. The objects in my room that are mine. I look around at the Celtics memorabilia hanging on the walls, and the pictures of friends and family hanging all around. I see the pile of clothes in the corner and I am so grateful for the clothes I have when there are do many people who can't afford them. I see the many warm blankets I have, I am a little obsessed with blankets :), I see my dresser that holds my textbooks, and many Celtics cups that I collect at each game I go to. I also see the trash that I forgot to take out once again. As I continue scanning my room, I came across the doily that a very dear friend made for me. It illuminates with the memories of her as a person, and as a great influence on me and on my life. Her name is Valerie, but unfortunately last year she passed away from cancer. I hated that she was being taken away from me, that she was sick and I couldn't help. I loved her dearly. The doily is a reminder that she is still here, looking out for me. Thank goodness she is my angel, protecting me. While I am here, alone in my quiet room, these are the things I see.

Alone in a quiet room. But what's really happening? 

Well as I sit here in my quiet room, I realize what is really happening. I realize that it is not as quiet as I think it is. I realize that with the constant thoughts running through my mind 24/7 non-stop, it is never really quiet. I realize that my mind never shuts off, and I have lost many nights sleep due to this. My mind is always working, always thinking, and never giving myself time to breath. I constantly worry about my life, and the other peoples lives I am close. I realize in this quiet room, that I am alone in my thoughts and worries. Then I realize why worry? Whats the point? Sometimes I just have to go with the flow and not worry about what may happen. So here, in my quiet room, this is what is really happening.