Doors

Doors. 

"If it does not open, it's not your door," is a posting I saw the other day, and it got me to thinking about those doors that open along the way in life. 

If a door does opens to you, is it necessarily your door? 

For most of my life whenever a door opened to me I usually walked through. I think I was somewhat fearful that maybe there would never be a better door. I rarely asked myself if it was what I really wanted? Surely, there must be some sort of reason for that door to open? If I failed to step through, would I be missing out on something, and possibly risk not having that opportunity offered again?

Recently, I've come to believe that even though a door opens to me, it doesn't necessarily mean it is the best course of action. It just means that it is there for thoughtful consideration as I make my way down the path of life.   Earlier this year a door opened which resulted in some reservations on my part. Unfortunately, I pushed them aside, thinking that I was obligated to walk through because it had been opened to me. 

Looking back, I should have given more weight to the validity of my reservations, and trusted myself more in knowing what I wanted. As time goes on I realize that I'm not going to ever get back the time I spend doing something I don't really want to do. I want to listen more closely to that still, small voice and learn that it is okay to close a door or two without regret, and not just step through it because it opened.