You can go your own way

- Flooetwood Mac

Do you ever have those moments when you realize that your life is a little like Sliding Doors, where you make the choice to get on the train but wonder what would happen if you'd missed it?

I don't like those moments. I have made my choices; my life is fine on the bad days and awesome stellar on the good ones. But I'm human, and every time I look back and see one of those forks in the road that might have changed my life, I wonder.

My grad school institution is filled with a flurry of families on tours today - it's a beautiful day to be in the Fens, they are lucky. And I should be working on my paper, or my paper, or my poster presentation, or my reading. But I'm stopping for a moment to think about the fork and the choice and the path. I don't think 9 years counts as "somewhere ages and ages hence," but I am a little sorry that I could not travel both. I wish I knew what happens.