I’m going to pretend that you and me are tucked up on a couch somewhere, a soft squishy couch, mugs filled with something hot and delicious warming our hands as we settle in for a good visit.
I’m in need of a friend like you tonight, and a hug, and a good long talk.
A door I was told would stay open for me was slammed shut this week and I’m rather weepy. I’m not sad because of what I lost behind that door, but because now it seems I’m left without any door at all, and the darkness is scary.
I’ve had my cries, my little (huge!!) inner panics, and now a lovely sort of hope is creeping up, lightening my spirit, and the darkness isn’t so bad. I “know” another door will open somewhere.
My friend Effie posted something that made me smile:
“Something better is coming . . . you’re allowed to be excited!”
I love that. 🙂
So tonight I’m celebrating closed doors – some of my favorite doors ever are the closed ones – and keeping my eyes peeled for the first crack of light that tells me the next door is opening.
Thanks for hanging out with me on our imaginary couch. I’m feeling better already.
“Hope is a good thing – maybe the best thing, and no good thing ever dies.” S. King