CLICK. After about a hundred doors over what seemed like a hundred years, the key fit into the lock. And the door opened. At least, that's what it felt like. It finally hit me: I don't need a reason to walk away, other than the fact that it just wasn't the right fit. No more trying to push, pry, knock or wait outside patiently, hoping. It just wasn't the right door. Or the kind of friendship that was going to last. Or the relationship that survived. Or the job … [Read more...]