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Walking into Doors

So yesterday I stopped by a national retailer to pick up a few things on my list and thought "it'll be a nice easy in and out trip. Walking in the first set of automatic doors opened as I approached. Then the second didn't and if you know my skills at paying attention at times. I walked smacked into closed doors which were kind enough to open after I walked into them. So I bounced off the doors and then walked through. The guy at customer serviced stared at me and I shrugged it off. Now this wouldn't be so bad except that as I was leaving and using the other entrance same thing happens. First set of doors open but not the second. With a "Really?" and a sigh I pushed open the automatic door and left the door - starting to wonder if I was going to need to dodge cars or carts.

But in thinking about it how often do we all walk into doors in our lives? (metaphorically). Some days we bounce and can just shrug it off. We find ways to either open the door ourselves or we use the other doors. Then there are other days when you don't bounce off the door so well and it's all you can do from either losing your mind or crying your eyes out.

It's easier to bounce and shrug stuff off when it happens only once in awhile. But when it's a repeated thing or you try the other door and get the same response sometimes you just want to give up. Sometimes you just have to ask how many more times do you try. Sometimes you have to wonder why you tried. Defeat sets in, along with doubt and even hate. It's hard to stay positive or dare I say in an even energy flow when things like this happens. But I believe that we're called to try too. Sometimes it hurts more then others and our recovery time takes longer and that's okay when you really hit the door hard. But sometimes we just need to learn bounce and move on instead of dwelling. Will I go back and shop at this national retailer...yes...I like their yoga pants. Will I pay more attention to the doors? you betcha.

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