Have you seen that movie? Not a really great one…but apparently something about it stuck with me. Gweneth. That guy from Four Weddings and a Funeral. Sliding Doors.
I think life is like the sliding doors on an elevator in a big shiny building.
Opening. Closing. Up. Down. Stall. Stuck. Alarm. Bell. Unstuck. Down. Up.
Another me. Another set of doors. Another floor.
Who knows what would have happened. No tour. Cupcakes. Little League. Marathons. Master’s Degree. Who knows what would have happened.
I feel like I missed it though. And this week has served quite a hefty helping of nanny nanny boo boo look what you could have had. I feel like I missed it. Completely.
I don’t dislike the prizes behind door number 1 however. That life has been amazing. Full. And driving home tonight, I was listening to a mixed tape (because I keep them. and my car has a tape player. dont be jealous) that Chrome made me when I lived away. . .
Take me back to New Orleans and drop me at my door cuz I might love you yea but I love me more.
It’s still true.
Sliding doors. Everybody in? Watch your fingers.