Choosing the Right Door

“If it’s not easy or effortless, it is the wrong door.”

In keeping with my vow to celebrate gratitude in 2025, I’ve realized that gratefulness can come in many different forms. Jotting down some thoughts the other day, I wrote, “I am grateful for my problem-solving ability.” An unexercised muscle this past year, it is not only a gift but also a keen knack to change my perception. For years, I have developed this gift, much like a bodybuilder on an extreme regimen at the gym. I placed myself in a career path that nurtured these opportunities like a cherished crop. The most important lesson I learned wasn’t that there is literally “more than one way to skin a cat,” but that sometimes a gut feeling and time can serve as a remedy too.

If you know me, you’ve heard many of my Jackyisms: “Make good choices,” “If it doesn’t matter in five years, it doesn’t matter now,” and the infamous “You’re killing me, Smalls” (yes, I borrowed that one). But for the year 2025, my mantra is simply, “If it’s not easy or effortless, it is the wrong door.” The other day I shared my newfound philosophy with a friend and was reminded, ironically, this course of thinking goes against the grain of what we are conditioned to believe. Hard work, breaking boundaries, and building from past defeats are what make us stronger. If the journey isn’t bumpy, how do we know it is successful?

Don’t get me wrong, we must experience failures to truly enjoy the successes. I get it. But haven’t you ever been in a situation, making a decision or trying to climb that metaphoric mountain, and felt like landmines were everywhere? It was time to cut your losses and head back to base camp. Your emotions were drained, your insides were wrecked, and the thought of one more attempt would simply break you to the core.

I truly believe, after much reflection, that you were trying to walk through the wrong door. Not every exit is as simple as turning around and shutting that journey’s door. But, what if you take a step back and just take a breath? It isn’t admitting defeat; it’s realigning your compass back to your true path. Honestly, haven’t you ever felt like you were beating your head against a wall trying to solve a problem? With every step forward, you fell two steps back. Frustration and negative energy filled your vibes, and nothing was accomplished. It isn’t your lack of trying; you are just knocking on the wrong door. Maybe that is why it isn’t being answered?

Rewiring our brain to use positive vibes to accept a choice might be harder to develop into a new behavior. Connecting our heart and emotions to our head and logic—how silly does that sound? In my attempt to be grateful and cherish the gifts I have been born with, I am leaning into this thought process aggressively. In the past, I was the first one to jump on an opportunity without even considering its true value. Instead of over-applying my problem-solving skill, why not allow time and good vibes to guide the process?

Have you ever felt a situation before it happened? My grandma would call that a “gut feeling.” I once read that making a decision should feel right with both your mind and your heart. Think of that balance: if your heart is screaming at you to do something, but your mind is ticking off all the reasons this is a bad idea… let’s face it, it’s the wrong door. Remember Mad Libs, as you went through the plot you chose the word or direction? State a verb, a noun, and you were off into your story. Try choosing your next move using all your internal senses instead of jumping in full throttle. How does the right choice feel—easy and effortless? Simply stated, I am throwing out anything that is negative, as they say, focusing on good vibes only.

Our New Indiana Front Door

Last spring, we weren’t sure what our next move would be with our professional and personal lives. Did we need to journey toward the west coast, find a new path? Nothing felt like the right move. And then one day, while driving to a women’s water polo conference finals in Bloomington, Indiana, a call came. For the next hour, Tod talked to a recruiter he had met years earlier. The first question he asked was, “Are you still in Louisville? Because I have a job that is perfect for your talents.” By the time we checked into our hotel, we had the job announcement, and I was sitting at the lobby computer printing out what would soon become the “right door.” Every step was easy, the pace of the process was swift, without an obstacle along the path. When Tod would look at me and say, “I am sure there are other great candidates,” my reply was always, “Nope, this is too easy and effortless; you are going to get this opportunity.” And low and behold, within a couple of weeks, he was named the new Athletic Director at Indiana University Southeast. And we moved across the river to become the newest citizens of Sellersburg, Indiana.

Should tasks be filled with an overwhelming need to problem solve? What good comes from listening to glass-half empty thinkers? Absolutely nothing. I am not naïve to the fact that bad days will happen and negative bumps will appear in my path, but let’s minimize them at all cost. My new tool in my problem-solving chest is simply to listen to my inner self. Using the easy and effortless measurement device and not being afraid to give tough situations time to visually show a direction. Yes, I am very grateful for my skills that I was born with and those I have developed over time. Maybe someday I will even solve my dilemma on how to get myself to write more often. Pretty positive it is the easy and effortless method behind an undiscovered door.

Same Time Next Year

Which is more important,” asked Big Panda, “the journey or the destination?”  “The company,” said Tiny Dragon


Being a creature of habit, the ringing in of the New Year emanates thoughts of anew and the overwhelming urge to write in my blog.  But something felt different these past few weeks.  Like picking up where I left off was no longer an option, it wasn’t just a new year, but a rebirth of a sense of purpose.

Any good annual goal should be measurable.  Have I been successful over the past decade with my annual expression to the universe?  Curiosity in my corner, the exploration into my past writings was a click away.   Believe it or not, A Little Bit About a lot of Things is about to celebrate its 13th birthday.  With a total of 73 posts, 17,645 views and over 8,500 visitors, I knew my efforts weren’t chart topping.  Just shy of 65,000 written words, which is just 15,000 words short of the average length of most fictional novels.  (Wait, stop, are you saying, that I am on the verge of a completing book?) Thoughts of actually jumping off the diving board into that “big” writing project I so secretly dreamed about often, didn’t seem so scary.

 Focus became key and my mind had to be glued to completing the task at hand; finding out if I have stayed true to a quest over the past 13 years?  I needed more data.  Guess what, Tuesdays seem to be my most prolific day to publish.  And as expected, from January 2014 to present day, post Christmas to early in the new year,  is  the sweet spot for success in completing an entry with a grand total of eleven postings.  The reasons behind the popularity was simple, the time of year.

My birthday is January 5, the combination of the celebration and kicking off a fresh chapter in the calendar playbook, makes the perfect recipe for fresh ideas, upbeat goals and visions of anything is possible.  And low and behold I stayed true to course over time.  Change, hope, stretching outside of comfort zone, process and glass half full mantras graced my written work.  And lets not forget in January of 2019 when I based an entire blog off of math https://alittlebitaboutalotofthings.com/2019/01/05/math-doesnt-lie-the-key-to-accomplishing-your-annual-aspirations/ or in 2018 when I created a playlist https://alittlebitaboutalotofthings.com/2018/01/16/2018-a-time-to-grove/ .

They say focusing on the past isn’t healthy, but I learned a few lessons rereading my work.  In 2014, I was all about being present, which I can honestly say has been an unplanned premise this past year. I didn’t have a choice but to be present I had nothing but the day ahead.  And trust me I’m a person that loves to look forward to something, may I remind you of my love of travel?  Having time on my hands and an empty appointment book gave way to taking time to plan adventures.  It was a conscious act that I spent hours and endless energy to create destinations.  This included spending stints with people that I am truly grateful for in my life, making memories and being in the moment took unexpected forms.  From carefully planned trips, like our journey  to California in June that I wrote about, to my last minute jaunt on the featured fair tour in Idaho that concluded with a special breakfast with my Grandma Darlene, each destination fueled my fire and boosted my energy.

In 2015, I wrote a prescription as my New Year’s resolution.  https://alittlebitaboutalotofthings.com/2015/01/03/begin-again-please-dont-see-just-a-girl-caught-up-in-dreams-and-fantasies/#more-97 One of my “doses” was allow for change.   For as long as I can recall I have internally thought if I could just have one or two weeks off to be at home and get my life in order things would be better.  You know that underlying feeling of needing rest, checking off that household “to-do” list and just having a little me time. Well, I am living proof it takes way longer than two weeks. 

At first, I struggled with the down time.  The change was beyond something I felt able to lean into.  I was tired.  Physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted.  Time and patience were the key to healing. Neither one of them are my signature strengths.  As the summer months gave way to fall, I began to spring forth with new bud growth from the metamorphosis. Like the caterpillar becoming a lovely butterfly, I grew new wings and shed off a few thousand burden legs. The byproducts of my healing are evident in my everyday life.  My cupboards have never been more organized.  I made holiday crafts for the first time in decades.  And my status is with United is at an all time high.  I allowed for change and in return I found missing parts of my old self.

Yet one of my favorite posts was titled “One Decade at a Time” published January 5, 2017.  If you know me, you know I love my birthday.  I think we all should celebrate from the roof tops on our special day, because without it you wouldn’t be walking upright.  Age has never been a big deal to me, except when I can channel it for an excuse for an even grander celebration.  Pointing out significant milestones that were made by people at older ages, you get instantly inspired to go out accomplish any goal, maybe even write a novel?  Reading it reminded me that turning 58 really isn’t that big a deal.  Not  that I really thought it was, like I said, to me age is just a number.  It also prompted me to start planning something epic for the big 60.  Maybe a trip to Italy?


As for 2025, I have spent some time truly thinking about my annual manifesto.  Don’t get me wrong I still believe and embrace all my past idealism and plans, but this year I am only assigning myself one task.  To be grateful.  Grateful for all the little things in my life but most importantly for the people in my world.  Why be present, if not to enjoy time with someone special?  And change is prompted many times by the entrance or the exit of individuals in our world. In a world filled with texts, emails, videos, and countless non present forms of communication, I embrace the importance of having actual humans in one’s days.  People are as essential to our life as air and water.

One simple word, gratitude will be all that I strive for in 2025.    Yes,the journey can be fun and the destination may turn out better than expected, but none of it truly matters without the company.

2025 I am grateful for my family, especially my parents and my fabulous children, Nolan, Kayla and Lilly.  I am grateful that each of them has found someone who thinks they are just as amazing as I do.  I am grateful my friends, the ones I talk to often and the ones who are there even in the silence space.  And I am grateful for Tod and Louie, the little nuclear family that greets me every morning with hope of a joyful day.

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