The doors that closed, the ones that I had crawled, tripped and run towards, had broken my heart with their bangs.
I had prayed to be on the other side of those doors. I had strived to make it.
Those doors were those jobs, those appraisals, those promotions.
But it was those closed doors that made me look at the view from where I stood.
And it was amazing.
I could see more time for time with family, more vacations, more reading, more laughter. The grass was definitely greener on my side.
So, like they say, when one door closes, drive a nail through it just to make sure it remains shut.
I have done just that.
Open doors will beckon me, I will not run to them. Enough of running. Period.