When a door closes in front of me, frustration hits first—that part is easy. The hard part is pulling myself together, standing tall, and choosing the right narrative.
Maybe that closed door is a sign that my path lies elsewhere. Or maybe it’s just a test of my patience. Or perhaps it’s a test of my character, and all I need is the courage to slam it open.
The story I tell myself makes all the difference. The right one pushes me forward. The wrong one traps me in frustration.
