Growing UP – CCC189

Normally, when I participate in Crispina’s CCC challenge, I find my matchy-matchy photo and write something witty or funny (I hope).  as I was thinking about what to write, I decided to go find some quotes to start me off and riff off of (say that fast, three times!).  However, not able to make up my mind, I have instead left you with two quotes and a song.  Sometimes, you just have to let go and not overthink things.

“Where’d the days go, when all we did was play? And the stress that we were under wasn’t stress at all just a run and a jump into a harmless fall”
― Paolo Nutini

“I still don’t know what it really means to grow up. However, if I happen to meet you, one day in the future, by then, I want to become someone you can be proud to know.”
― Makoto Shinkai, 5 Centimeters per Second

I love Paolo Nutini and once I found the quote, had to have me a listen and figured, why not? Maybe my peeps would enjoy this tune, too.

When One Door Opens… – Friday Fictioneers

My computer will surely send me over the deep end before long.  It is old and tired and not all that willing to cooperate – more than trying my patience!  Took me than one reboot to get this baby out but finally, here’s my version!  Thank you Rochelle, for your tireless hosting of Friday Fictioneers.  Thank you c.e.ayr for this fabulous picture.  How did you know I love doors?

Click on the blue frog to read more stories… and if you want to add your own, which would be fabulous, click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs.

ceayr-purple-door

Word count:  100

Genre:  Fiction

When One Door Opens...

She strolled, admiring doorways, a form of meditation, if you will.  She never could sit, pretzel-like, eyes closed, hands out in that famous yoga pose, seeking wisdom.  How the hell were you supposed to empty your mind and breathe when you were cramping up all over the place or going numb?  No, much better to walk…

Alexander Graham Bell’s: “When one door closes another door opens, but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us,” came to mind.

Smiling, she stepped over the chain.