Grey’s Anatomy, and your damn elevators! If you’re a Grey’s watcher then you know exactly what I’m talking about. Unfortunately my elevator moment didn’t involve a hot make-out session with a hot doctor. Instead, my elevator door opened and well…there he was. (My “he” not McDreamy.) When the elevator door opens, you cannot run & hide. You must face what’s right ahead of you. So I did. But then again, it was just a dream and like all dreams I eventually woke up.
As my new friend & blog reader, Laura, asked me the other day in response to one of my posts: “Does that mean you’ll be moving on?” My response, “I hope I can move on. I’m going to try my hardest this time, but you know how this story tends to go.”