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Walk the Halls

"When one door closes, another one opens" or "good things end, better things will begin" or something like that. We hear those all the time as encouragements. Fluffy encouragements I should say.

I used to be all for it though, don't get me wrong, optimism is everything, but it ain't the key. The key is...realism.

When good things come to an end, whether abruptly or gradually, give yourself time. Time to process, soak it all in, time to be still, and just take a breath and relax. I used to frantically look for a solution right when there was a stall.

My mama always says "this too shall pass" and guess what, sometimes its gonna take its darn time to actually pass. It might take a few months for whatever it is you're going through to pass over, or it might take a lifetime, and quite frankly it might not at all.

What I've been realizing, is that we don't give ourselves the "pause" we deserve. We don't take the proper time needed to just be still. Be still and do what you have to do to live and grow. Open our eyes to things that actually happened rather than looking for things to fix what you don't know what needs fixing.

I had an issue with my car. It made a terrible noise early in the mornings, at sometimes it was so temperamental that it decided to make that same heinous noise after it was driven a few times. I just thought it was a simple problem, the belt-don't know what belt...but whatever belt it was, it needed to be fixed. Come to find out there was a lot more wrong with it then met the eye.

Lesson. When things happen in life, when things end or begin, we may think one thing, and it will most likely turn out to be more than you bargained for.
In this particular season of life, a lot of things have ended for me, and what I thought could be fixed with one thing, it can't be. Turns out I'm more messed up than I thought and there's a lot more fixing to do, but I wont look for another open door to walk through. I will walk through these hallways and figure things out one day at a time. I will be still. I will walk in silence.
Notice I didn't say "sit"...I won't sit and do nothing. I will take my sweet time and I will allow for all of this to pass...as long as it may take.

In my human opinion, realism is everything. If we can't be realistic, then we set ourselves up for failure and give ourselves false hope. Because the doors don't open if we don't push them open and we won't push them open because when things end, and we get broken-we get lost, and we don't know what we want, so which door are we supposed to open?
So just take a stroll then.


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