I open every door.
This has been pinned up in my office for more than a decade. The moment I saw it I had to buy it, because it’s how I live.
I never made a conscious decision to live that way. It’s just how I was made.
I like poking around in new places and I think it’s because my mother was just the opposite.
My mother was a child of the Great Depression and that fact colored how she responded to the world around her. She didn’t like risk.
Security was super-important in her life. Of all kinds.
If something new came her way, she was often all about the reasons she SHOULDN’T explore it.
As I grew up, I realized that I had become all about the reasons I SHOULD. And I think that’s because I saw how her own fears limited her life.
My life would be different, I vowed. And it has been.
So when I see a closed door, I’m unable to walk by. I just have to open it.
Now, that doesn’t mean I’ll walk in. I don’t always.
But I’ll definitely peek in to see what it’s about before I decide.
Here’s an example: Maybe a dozen years ago I saw a door that led to a contemplative life in a religious order. I opened the door and looked in.
Yeah, I can hear some of my friends now, laughing in disbelief. But it’s true.
I didn’t walk through the doorway, but I did take a look.
This way of looking at the world is what drives my exploration of spirituality and afterlife. I want to look into the doorway.
Without actually crossing over, of course.
My reading on spirituality and afterlife continues. There may be a next step there for me, a doorway that I’ll walk through.
I trust that it will reveal itself to me in the fullness of time.
I highly encourage you to open doors that appear for you along the way, even if you just take a peek.
You never know– the next big thing for you might be waiting.
And if you’ve had an experience opening a door in your life, I hope you’ll share it in the Comments.