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 where I would “make it”. And make myself like it!
But I was young and naive and hopeful and definitely not a quitter. I would try harder. Be better. I was going to open that door somehow because that’s what everyone else was doing. How did they make it look so easy? What was I doing wrong?
But now I know. I was just at the wrong door.
Looking back, I have no regrets. Okay, some. But I learned a lot about others and myself. It’s what they call experience.
There were times I was hurt, angry, or impatient; other times I blamed myself or felt less than them. It took me a long time to figure out that we’re all looking, and often in the wrong places.
Now, if the key doesn’t fit, I don’t keep pushing or waiting for too long. Sometimes I still forget, because I’m a bit stubborn and I want that door to open so badly. If only I can get a foot in. If only….
But I make myself walk away. Let it not fit. Let it go.
There’s another door just right for me, if I just keep trying and working and getting better at what I really want.
That is the key.
CLICK.
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