Have It My Way
Each day, during the sunlit hours, I have a reassuring dialog with myself. And each night, left with all the questions and none of the answers, I drift into sleep, gratefully embracing the dreams it brings. And I do not want to wake up.
Yesterday I was forced to run some errands, stopping by one of those quick to eat places. I grabbed my heartattack-in-a-paper-bag order and left the premises through a glass door clearly marked, in really big letters: PUSH . And as I pushed through, I noticed a very small sign, just at chest level:
You can have it your way and pull if you want,
but this door can be pretty stubborn.”
And for the first time in three weeks I lifted my head, squared my shoulders, smiled, and thought
“So can I “
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