10 Minutes. Maybe. May be.

It was a matter of time. 10 minutes so to say. A wild guess, maybe. May be. She read an article about moving forward with talent. It gave her hope. Real hope. If only she could make a habit of doing what she needed to do during 10 minutes only. 10 minutes a day. To start with. The clock watched her thoughts and timed it. Naughty action. From a humble guy. During the time that she was thinking, the watch had already successfully finished its research.

Research done. Results known. If only the watch could now tell her in person what he believed. The watch was watching. Her. Suddenly it got an idea. It would write a short message on the mirror. She could read it in her own time. Her eyes were silent. Her heartbeat as well. Relaxed. Possibility. The watch wrote a paragraph or two on the mirror. Then the action taker became invisible again. Action completed.

She opened her eyes. Saw the message. Wondered who had done this? Who would have had the time to enter her space and make sure she would find this message? The paragraphs touched her. Profoundly.There was a truth in it. She agreed. If only she had received this message sooner. She watched the watch. The watch tried not to move a muscle. It remained silent. In control. No time indication. 

She took action, inspired by the mirror. Only 10 minutes a day. Every day. The watch and the mirror became best friends. In between the seconds. Time did not matter, as long as the truth was respected. The watch saw how she evolved. Liked it a lot. A Facebook like would be envious about the strength of the liking. She evolved with time. A process of growth, deep growth. Tick tock. Doing what mattered most. To her heart and soul.

Years later she looked back at that moment in time. Where the watch measured the time and shared a message of wisdom. All she had to do was to open her eyes and take action. The mirror showed more truth during the years. She committed to see them all. Like beautiful doors that continued to open to more wisdom and transformation. The watch slowly ticked away while she waved her dreams into reality.

By Liesbeth Leysen