I think doors tell a lot about people. Random. I know but they really do. Think about the door to your bedroom. Is it open or closed? What’s plastered across it? Color? Texture? 

Mine is open. Always open. Plain and open. Just like me an open book. Never closed. It wasn’t always that way though. When I was a teenager my door remained closed. My attitude at the time was one of exile. I didn’t want to be distributed or acknowledged really. My door was a wall. A gateway to my silence.

Now it’s a gateway to me, to who I really am. I am in love with my open door and my open heart.

So is your door open or closed?


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