I’m standing at the end of a hallway. I look back. I see it’s long. So many doors that have been opened to or by me. Amazing. I’m not sure I realized this unless I’d taken this moment to look back. They are all still open. Interesting. Yet, the side doors on the hallway are closed. Closed for a reason. Either chooses I didn’t make or lessons that I did learn. The hallway looks clear and bright but I can’t always say that it was so. It’s also straight but wait… I was certain there were twists and bends. And I don’t see the stairs or incline I surely felt. Continue reading
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