Open

I realized yesterday that I've been trying so hard to bring meaning to a certain situation that I've been closing myself off to opportunities.

I have a hard time thinking that a year and a half of my life meant nothing. So I've been hanging on, hoping that some grand meaning would come, and in the process, closing myself off from opportunity. I've been wearing a "Sorry, we're closed" sign around my life and my heart.

No more.

Now this doesn't mean that I'm going to rush into situations or circumstances just because they're there. I'm pretty sure that's what brought me to this point, where I've been desperate for meaning to try to make sense of a situation that just doesn't.

I've always been someone that tries to find the moral of the story, what it all really means. I think this time, "it" means that sometimes things just don't work out. And it doesn't have to make sense. And I'm finally OK with that I think.

Maybe it will all make sense someday. But for now, I'm going to turn on my "Open" sign.