journey doorThe transitions from one phase of my life to the next are really a process of looking for a door. I have wandered into job interviews, relationships and quiet meditation in search for the door that will take me to my next reality.  Sometimes it has been the right door and other times it is just, the next door.

On the evening of July 31, 2015, I spent a few hours at home by myself.  I drank some beer, ate an entire chicken sandwich then ice cream, watched bad popular culture TV, ate potato chips and finally drove to the store to buy something, anything.  It was at the store that I realized that all these bad choices were an effort to “find the next door.”  I don’t believe I am in a life transition but a seasonal transition.  That night I was trying to shake off the hard hot summer of building my business and helping young singers realize their goals and walk into two weeks of rest.

All those vices I tried were like half open windows and closet doors.  They aren’t hurtful just mildly demeaning.  For me…the realization of the process is the way to my door.  My body will shed all that junk and my journey will continue. I have found the door.

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