You know those times in life when you’re simply at a loss for words, next steps — for thoughts of pretty much anything?
I’m at a loss right now.
It’d be one thing if I was able to articulate what’s up — because with articulation comes some sort of inherent understanding of possible solutions. When you can’t really put your finger on what you’re feeling, though, solutions are fairly evasive. Or maybe articulation isn’t that hard after all…perhaps I’m just choosing to ignore it. Likely the latter.
They say that when one door is shut, another opens — or maybe it’s a window. Maybe it’s both — I can’t recall, and I’m too lazy to Google it. But if shutting isn’t something that’s occurred but instead something that you may need to take the lead on, what then? If you’re the one doing the shutting, does it still follow that something else will open?
I think so.
I think that once we identify an area in our life that needs a bit of tidying up and we actually tackle it, that which should’ve been there all along eventually enters the picture. You may wonder what took it so long, and the answer is simple; it’s right under your nose (in fact, it’s attached to your nose): you. You took long to make room for it, to carve out an area of your life.
Tonight I’m thankful for doors and windows and things that shut in our lives — either by another’s doing, or because of our own actions. We might be avoiding the inevitable and surely there will be bumps once the cleaning-out starts to take place, but when something shuts — door, window or otherwise — something else will open, however small of a space it provides.