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I opted to play hostess to yard sales this summer in order to let go of product I had received from The Company over the years.  They didn't want to pay to ship any of it back then pay other people to restock it, so every Friday and Saturday for a whole month, I set up my garage like a mini store.  I put out signs, opened my garage doors & had the opportunity to meet wonderful people, start new relationships and enjoy tremendous conversations.  When no one else seemed to be on their way that last weekend, I picked up my signs, closed up my doors & sighed.  I put the leftovers in boxes and neatly labeled each one.  When I taped up that last box I cried; it meant closure and it meant time to move forward.  That was also the moment I realized that I'm at a crossroads in life.  Kids grown and living on their own.  A house that's too big for the two of us.  Ready to step into a new role, but, at the same time, unsure of what direction to go.    As I packed up the

One of the things I noticed that first time I walked into this house was that one of the panels was missing from the six panel door on the master bedroom.  What the heck, right?  I guess I am not quick to move on some things... it actually took ten years to replace the darn thing..   Don't worry, lol, I didn't leave the gaping hole open... I covered it with cardboard (insert rolling eyes emoji here) and... I never did photograph it, at least, not consciously... That door saw it all; the comings & goings... the busyness and the boredom... the joy and the sorrow.  It was there for the get togethers, the conversation & laughter ... it hung around for the hum-drum times, too.  It silently celebrated the exhilarating victories and the disappointments of defeat.  It got pushed, slammed, dinged, banged... without complaint, but the time had come to let it go.  It had served it's time, done it's job and deserved to retire. A few weeks after it's replacement, I