This morning was rainy and in the 60’s. It was perfect for sorting through the stuff in our storage building as we begin to prep the place for listing.

I was immersed in the remnants: A bag labeled “Extra Bulbs for Lamp on Piano” in his handwriting. Christmas ornaments that capture another time. Such things—the practical and the sentimental—I will keep. I can discard the extra carpeting that will never be used to replace future worn patches on the stairs.

I had my music going, but I started to get sad. That’s normal. I can do this. I was moving toward moving on.  

This month, my employee health insurance newsletter contained a quote from Alexander Graham Bell:

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us.

I’m sure Alexander had his share of loneliness, too– waiting by the phone so long that he had to invent the goddamn thing himself.

Today, I looked at the door that’s been slammed in my face– but not as long as I used to. Like an overwhelmed Let’s Make a Deal contestant, I’m not yet ready to choose another one. But, like an over-excited Let’s Make a Deal contestant, knowing that I now have the opportunity to open a new one is making me want to jump up and down.