The unknown stands behind the door: a beginning, an ending, a contract with the devil or the proverbial bluebird of happiness, a former lover or a killer collecting toenails, an archrival or a life-size check from Publisher’s Clearinghouse. If Monty Hall has anything to say about it there’s sure to be a woman in a banana suit and a lifetime supply of turtle wax. We wait here, intrigued and terrified. Turn the knob, lift the knocker, take that first step, and life hurtles into change, whether we’re ready for it or not.
I’m standing on a threshold this week. I’ve now given my agent all the materials she needs to begin trying to sell my novel. I am equal parts exhilarated and petrified.
But we all stand on thresholds everyday, taking the first few tentative steps into our future. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could see what comes next? Or would it? It’s true we’d be better prepared for the sorrow, but would it also dull our enthusiasm when something incredible occurs? As a kid I recall finding the place where my mother hid our holiday gifts, I ruined my own surprise and regretted it immediately. So for now I will stake my tent right here, the view ahead is murky, there may be beasts with tentacles or rooms filled with laughter, but one thing is certain. The universe can’t say I didn’t try.