And another one..

My blogs are a bit like buses. You don’t see one for ages and then two come along at once. Ha ha!

I love watching Car Share. Have you seen it? Genius comedy writing about a car journey to and from work. Peter Kay and Sian Gibson are brilliant, and bounce off each other so well. I bought the DVD set last week. So I can watch it whenever I want.

The other DVD I bought was Sliding Doors with Gwyneth Paltrow, John Hannah amongst others. That all came about from a conversation at work on the Friday before my DVD fest! I’m one of the well-being champions in my team, and I’ve organised weekly cuppa and catch ups on a Friday afternoon. There’s only one rule and that’s that we don’t talk about work. So I set themes each week to keep us focussed. Two weeks ago the theme was our 5 ideal dinner party guests – dead or alive. One of mine was Princess Diana. Oh how I would’ve loved to have met her… anyway I said in our virtual catch up, how she would have brought a sense of compassion, fun, glitz and glamour to my dinner party. One of my colleagues went on to say how many sliding doors moments she had in her life.

This flowed nicely for our topic the following week. So there were 3 of us all talking about our sliding doors moments we had had in our lives.

One of mine was when I was writing off to various different hospitals as a teenager. Ready to do my nurse training at 18. I’d written to so many. One of them was to my local hospital at the time, Stoke Mandeville Hospital in Buckinghamshire. I wanted to work there, as not only was it my local hospital, but it meant I could stay at home and not move away. I’ve always been a bit of a home bird! Anyway, before I heard back from them, I was offered an interview at a hospital in the East End of London. I accepted it, as I so wanted to be a nurse. And I hadn’t heard back from Stoke Mandeville at that point. Guess what happened? Three weeks later I was offered an interview at Stoke Mandeville! I didn’t take it up, as I may not have got in, and then would’ve lost my place at the London one. So there’s my sliding doors moment. What if things had happened the other way around? What if I hadn’t gone to London and not left home? No point what iffing is there? What’s that going to change, absolutely nothing. The choices and experiences I have had (some nice, some not so nice) have shaped and made me who I am today.

So what are your sliding doors moments? Have a little think. It’s quite illuminating!

Love and best wishes

Suzanne xx


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