On Doors
I close the door to my office at work. The world does not cease to exist, but I can pretend it does for a few minutes of quiet stretching. I imagine a huge sign on my door with the word "POSSIBILITY" scrawled in magic marker. Hope and fear of the unknown, all revealed in a single twist of the knob.
But for now, it's quiet and my mind can stretch outside this self-imposed sauna and into relaxation.
Ah, crap. There's a knob on the other side too.
(The UPS cliffhanger will continue tomorrow I'm sure...)
But for now, it's quiet and my mind can stretch outside this self-imposed sauna and into relaxation.
Ah, crap. There's a knob on the other side too.
(The UPS cliffhanger will continue tomorrow I'm sure...)