What if the doors are open?
What if the doors are open?
Poetry Oracle: Week of September 4th
Welcome back to the Self Love Confidential Poetry Oracle, where the universe sends you the message you need to hear right now by way of a poem from one of my books.
If you’re ready to walk into the next chapter of your life, this week’s Oracle is for you.
The Shift: Poetry for a New Perspective.
Resistance. We’ve all experienced it. The stunning force of a door slamming in your face, or as often was the case for me, never being open in the first place. The lover who never once looked in your direction. The recruiter who never read your resume — even though you’re perfect for the job. Can you feel the panic that comes with every door around you being closed? I’m tensing up as I write this. I used to think if I was smart enough, or resilient enough, even if the door didn’t want to open, I would break through it. And sometimes I did.
But recently, either the universe has shifted, or I have. Because instead of pushing through doors, I’m seeing them as open. The world’s doors are open. They are open! Call me a blind optimist, delusional, or high on toxic positivity, but this bubble is one I refuse to burst.
The doors around me, once welded shut, are now wide open. And I’m joyfully walking through them.
The Shift: Poetry for a New Perspective.
I attribute the universe’s new open door policy to two things: intention and trust.
First, I’m more clear than ever about which doors I want to open for me. For the first time in my adult life, I’m actively carving out time to envision what I want in my life in the present, and in the future. I’m driven not by ego, or “shoulds,” or old narratives that no longer serve me, but rather by my truest, most loving, most grateful and joyful self.
Then comes the trust. For the first time in not just my adult life, but in my entire life, I fully trust. Trust that the doors are open, that things will work out, that I will be okay. As someone who has been in perpetual fight or flight since being smuggled out of a country as an infant, I can’t express the magnitude of this. Trust may seem like a simple thing, but just like being intentional, it is nothing but.
And yet, here I am: intentional and trusting, with a side of gratitude, authenticity, love and joy.
Which doors have opened, you must be asking? Simple ones, and big ones. The door has opened to my partner, with new love blooming after over 15 years together. The door has opened to parking spots, elevators, and tables at restaurants without a reservation. These may seem silly, but wait till you get a table moments after they tell you there is a 45 minute wait. I knew we would get a table — and we did — exactly in the part of the restaurant where I envisioned one waiting for us. Like I said, silly, sure. But boy does it feel good to watch even the most insignificant door open and then walk through it.
Does this mean I won’t ever be met with resistance? That because I believe the doors are open, none will be closed? Of course not. But because I am clear on my intentions, and because I am rooted in trust, when the right doors open, I will be aware enough to recognize what is happening and walk through them. The awareness is what fuels the payoff — not magic (though what is happening to me does feel magical).