Options are Open Doors

Who else heard as a child, “In or out!” As the screen door banged against the frame for the umpteenth time?

Why did we rush back and forth so many times? Drinks of water or Koolaid? Bathroom?  Just to take a minute to cool off from the hot, humid air? One more toy, prop, or idea?

In. Or. Out.

This is firmly a “grown-up” attitude. One or the Other.

Remember the days when you would flit between ideas, between worlds, between ambitions? Then came the applications and classes and cubicles that narrowed their eyes at you and said

I used to think that…

Wedding Day.
When I was thin.
I got over it.

Today I’m responding to the prompt: I used to think (but I don’t anymore).

Here are five that came to mind.

Walking the Thin Line:

I used to think it would be better for me to be dead than have any fat on my body.

Since then,…bad news and good news. 

Oh boy, do I have fat on my bones.

But glad to be alive. 🙂 

 

Learning the Hard Way:

I used to

Painting with Words

Personally…

Picasso paintings are too much, too much for me.

The sharp edges, the abrasive color pallet, the brash tones and raw emotion. It provokes unpleasant, thorny, sensations under my skin; his work aggravates my nerves. It is valid. But not an experience I enjoy.  

Elaine

I prefer the works of the realism periods. One of my favorite paintings is called “Elaine.” It’s so evocative. The moment I saw it, I felt part of me slip away onto the dark

Passageways

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.”

  • Robert Frost’s last lines of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

Passageway by Tim Wright

Choosing Your Passageway

I’ve been thinking about how we choose our paths and how we often can’t see over the bend, like this picture, to even know what is next. How many times the woods are dark and deep.

It has been said by people closest to me that my tombstone will