I did not like the way the interview went. I hope it's not a sign of things to come. Not having a very good feeling about this one. But it's out of my hands now and I guess I'll just have to sit and wait. And pray that the right door opens and the wrong one shuts.

Of course, things aren't always that simple. If every wrong door was shut, I'd have no problem walking through the right one because it'd be the only one I could get through. A friend gave me some very insightful views on going through doors. She said that sometimes, God gives you two open doors. Neither one is better than the other. Neither is the wrong door. Both are acceptable in His will and He will be with you whichever door you choose. The only thing is - you have to choose. You have to learn to make decisions and then live with the consequences of that decision, whether they are good or bad.

Maybe I'm at another fork in the road of my life. I could go this way or that. Frankly, I haven't got a clue. Three years ago, I might have told you that in 10 years' time, I want to be a Director of Marketing Communications. Now, I'm just grateful if I can get through the next day. Family has become so much more important to me than it was in the past. I think that's a sign that I'm getting older. I can just hear the insurance agents beating a path down to my door, trying to get me to sign on some retirement plan.

At the end of the day, I don't think I want to sweat the small stuff. There just isn't time for that. On the other hand, I wouldn't have lived my life if I didn't stop, every now and then, to gasp in wonder at the leaves falling off the trees in a willowy dance, or get my face smeared with the most sinful chocolate ice cream, or play with bubbles in the bath (I know it's strange but I love bubbles and I get all giggly and happy when I blow them off my hand and watch them float away).

You know what? I love life's little pleasures. I absolutely do.