We may get the opportunity to open a door, but sometimes it’s better if it slams right back shut.
This is my story, well; instances where I now thank God several doors slammed shut hard.
Once upon a time it was my fondest dream to have 10 children.
We would live in a large split-level home, pack our Country Squire station wagon with lots of groceries, and go on to live happily ever after in domesticity-land.
Interestingly enough, my dream didn’t include a husband.
How’s that for a not so practical door-opener?
When I was fifteen, I decided to run away from my last foster home. I ran far and wide initially, but soon settled in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
Maybe I looked lost, because a good-looking stranger in a well-appointed suit approached me, and offered to house, clothe, and keep me safe.
I soon discovered that he was already doing this for a number of other young women. Then came the catch.
Can you guess what it was?
Door slammed shut!
It wasn’t long before newspaper in hand, I was scanning its pages for any job that would pay me lots of money. Eek!
Activist. Sounded promising. Was it?
Money isn’t everything believe me.
Next, and one might think because I was now older, and hopefully wiser, my decision to become a highly decorated cop was not only opportune, but brave as hell.
I realize now that I totally glamorized the whole possibility. I didn’t have a clue what becoming a cop really meant.
It just seemed like a super fantastic adventure.
Infact, I would get so good at it, it wouldn’t be long before I became a detective.
Oh wait, no…A private eye!!!
After all, nothing gets past me.
I saw these as viable opportunities, never however, giving them a real look-see. It wasn’t about TV either. I really believed I’d be good at any or all of them.
Door slammed shut. Thank God!
Somewhere along the way I studied really hard, and got my GED. This is one opportunity I’m proud to say the door stayed open for, which enabled me to enlist in the military, and while there go to college.
Almost, but not quite, Nurse Jennifer came into being. I’d been a private-duty Nurse’s Aide before this, so why not score the math, and find some metropolitan hospital to work at?
The door didn’t slam totally shut this time. It stayed open long enough for me to adjust my major and go into Psychology instead.
Now it may sound like I was drifting. Not true, because even though doors did slam, others opened, and I was gaining knowledge, experience, skills, and discovering my true talents.
My true north!
More importantly, I was not sleeping under a bridge nary a day along the way.
By the by, I gave the military six good years, adopted a son (husband was there for a while) moved back to my chosen state of residence, and courted several opportunities that suited me better.
I opened several successful businesses, which were actually door(s) I was supposed to open and walk thru.
Today, I’m retired early, my son is grown, I do have a house, I eat well, and thank God I skipped becoming a professional truck driver.
What was I thinking there any way?
Let’s face it, not every door is ours to open. It may look like it is, but it isn’t. So thank God if you don’t get to do everything that you think you should.
Move out of your own way, and let some damn doors slam shut!!!