The Door

I walked through without a backward glance. Everything old and familiar was behind me. Everything new and wonderful was ahead so that is where I looked. There were no regrets, no worries, no fears. Only excitement for the future. 

It took six years for that decision to have a negative impact. Six years for a choice willingly made to come back and haunt me. The reality is that you can’t say yes to a major adventure without saying no to something else. 

I don’t regret my choice. But for the first time I wish I could have had both. That, however, is an impossibility. 

The worst part isn’t the loss of what is behind that door long closed. The worst part is being afraid to open new doors. Where I once embraced adventure, now I worry that each choice will have negative consequences years down the line. I feel paralyzed. 

I stand in front of several doors now. I just have to find the courage to keep opening and walking through them. 


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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