Doors In My Face
When one door closes…
Two years ago, while temping at a fancy investment firm in Dallas, I ran full speed into a glass door, BOOM!
It literally knocked me down as my world began to spin. I went from shock to laughter and eventually to tears streaming endlessly down my face. I so wished for someone to hug and hold me; to tell me everything would be ok. In the end that someone was me, as I wrapped my arms around my torso crying alone in my kitchen that night.
And then a new day came.
In the months following I experienced many more doors in my face, though thankfully metaphorically. I wondered when the universe would provide or rather when I would get my strength back to take it on again despite the darn doors. Previously in my life when the universe would close doors in my face I would tell it to f**k off and find my way through despite, or perhaps in spite, of it. And yet these doors, at that particular time in my life, felt stronger than me.
Thankfully a new day always comes, if we are lucky that is, and with that come new feelings, new outlooks, and new opportunities to create our lives; to walk through any door that life presents us.
Sometimes life is a series of doors in your face (or so says Anna in the movie Frozen at least), and maybe that’s ok. Maybe that door, the one that literally knocked me off my feet, was the universe’s attempt to jolt me into slowing down and embracing the journey. Perhaps it was a reminder that doors both close and open, that our state of struggle is finite, and that a door in your face may be nothing more than an invitation to walk through it.
