Sliding Door Moments

I take my title of this post from the movie Sliding Doors with Gwyneth Paltrow. Seen it? I saw the movie many moons ago and actually watched it again when I thought of writing this post. Silly me. It’s a lighthearted romance/fantasy movie made long before Gwyneth uttered those misguided statements about motherhood.

Here’s Gwyneth in her two separate identities:

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I know. You want to flip it over, don’t you?

In the film, Gwyneth’s character’s experiences two separate lives based on the sliding doors of a train:

Scenario A: She misses the train and hits her head.
Scenario B: She catches the train and meets a new man.

Each scenario brings along with it new possibilities specific to each Sliding Door reality. Scenario B obviously is much more fun.

At this point in my life, I’ve had countless moments when I could have made different choices. Marriage, jobs, careers, friendships, hair styles. I could get lost thinking about them all. But the reality is, I don’t even need a sliding door of a train to experience what I call my “Sliding Door Moments.” Really, Gwyneth,  you never needed a train.

Burning the Salmon

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How could this happen? I don’t know. I closed my eyes and this is what I saw. A Flash Burn maybe?

Scenario A: Grill the salmon to perfection and enjoy a tasty meal.
Scenario B: Burn the salmon and be forced to eat chili from a can.

Well, you know what happened here, don’t you?

Not only have I now been denied a healthy and delicious meal and those essential Omega-3 fatty acids, but I have also suffered a tummy ache and was up half the night, so missed my early morning run, and pouted all morning and didn’t go out with my friend who was going to reveal to me her new sex toy and what’s more important than that? All this denied because I had chili.

Okay, I made all that up, but it could have happened. Just checking your attention span there. Except, of course, for the burned salmon, which did burn. Pictures don’t lie.

Next.

 The Mystery Mound

The brown mound in the corner…no, it’s not that. Look at the picture.

Just part of the old room decor?
Oh, my. We have a mystery on our hands. What could it possibly be?

This fluffy mound presents a myriad of possibilities in my day.

Scenario A: The opportunity to stretch your arms, put items into organized piles, and later distribute these piles throughout the house to designated areas.

Scenario B: Lay your head on something soft.

Nope. I’m not even going to open this door. Indeed, you have the option to not open the door at all.

Next.

My Morning Sliding Door Ritual

Truthfully, I have a “Sliding Door Ritual” each and every morning before my feet even touch the ground.

I wrestle with the following possible scenarios:

Scenario A: Boot Camp at 6:00 AM  – Get your sweat on.
Scenario B: Lay in bed and hit snooze.

So, it’s sweat, sleep, sweat, sleep, no sleep, c’mon sweat, but I’m too tired, sweat, sweat, but my pillow is soft. Get that workout in. I can’t open my eyes…sweat, sleep…sleep wins!

And then it’s too late for Boot Camp. Next. 

Scenario B: Lay in bed and hit snooze.
Scenario C: Get up and write like a real writer.

Write, sleep, write, sleep. Can’t I write when I sleep? I’ll write my dreams when I get up. I promise. I’ll work out my plot problems in my dreams. Dreams are good for writing, I just…write, write, sleeeeeepp wins again!

I just…I don’t want to be Crabby Pants all day…zzz. Next. 

Scenario B: Lay in bed and hit snooze.
Scenario D: Rise and shine.

Just a few more minutes…I can sleep, I can feel it…wait, my eyes are shutting. It’s time to get up! I might actually drift off. Hey, I never went back to sleep. Not fair, not fair, not fair.  I’m exhausted. Up you go!

That door slammed in my face.

What about you? Did you see the Sliding Doors movie? Do you have any daily “Sliding Door Moments” or rituals you’d like to share? Do you have early morning ambitions? 

photo credit: Metrò Parisienne via photopin (license)

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