Many doors

Happy Friday,

How is everyone doing on this amazing Friday afternoon? Are you ready for the weekend? Shoot me a text or drop me a comment, I’d love to hear your plans.

This weekend my plans are to stay home and work on my office/loft space. I need to get another desk ordered and put together so my boys can get my new little office area set up. I’ll be doing some online marketing for them starting next month. The nice thing about working for the boys is, I can do it when my health permits me to work and there’s no pressure at all for me to meet a certain quota. I figure I can give at least 8 hours a week over the course of 5 days. I feel blessed that they want their mama to help and it’s nice to be a little involved in their new company.

I had my 4 MRI’s on Wednesday. All went well. I guess I only moved around a little, so they only needed to re-do 2 scans. I am so appreciative that the technician allowed John to stay with me throughout the entire MRI. He was able to sit and rub my legs in an effort to keep me calm. I don’t know why those MRI’s bother me so much, but they do. The feeling of having my entire head and neck confined in a little basket all while being in a closed tube, well, claustrophobia sure set in.

This MRI was a tad different from the others. I’ve never had one done with contrast before. Having the IV was less then pleasant and the dye they put into my body, that was a weird, cold and yucky experience. I do hope that they can get to the bottom of certain issues now and I can have a portion of my life back with a little less pain. Fingers crossed.

This morning I ran across this wonderful short story and it really stood out to me as wow, that makes so much sense, and I wanted to share it with all of you.

“𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄, ‘𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽?’ 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖼 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 ‘𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍’ 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒.

𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒? 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇-𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆-𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾.”-Jedidiah Jenkins

How true these words are and how much sense they make. Have you ever been with friends and you are introducing them to other friends and you want to introduce this one or that one as my best friend, yet you know that might bother another friend? I have. I look at my friends, my girl tribe as my best friends. I have my sisters too, who are my besties, but that doesn’t mean I care any less for the other gals I am friends with. John is my best friend.

With my friends, most of the time, in one way or another, I can say, they are a bestie. They all bring so much value to my life.

When I read this little story this morning it all came together in my head. Everyone of my friends are my best friend because they all hold a key to a door in my life that perhaps another can’t open.

John holds the key to my heart, yet he can’t possibly open every door in my life, it’s impossible and it’s not close to being fair to him. Likewise, I don’t hold the key to every door he needs to open and go through. There are times when he needs to talk with his mom or his dad to get clarity and that’s okay. Sometimes he needs to talk to his guy group and get another mans perspective, a perspective I couldn’t possibly relate too. The point is, it’s totally okay that we can’t open every door and hold every key for each other. We can try, but it simply isn’t possible to be everything to anyone. Heck, even John’s parents who’ve been married 60+ years still have their own set of friends. Mina meets with her church gals once a month, while Big John meets with the Romeo’s once a month. It’s healthy.

Last week my son Tommy called me up and asked if we could take a moment. He needed to discuss something with me out of earshot from anyone else. He stopped by, picked me up and off we went for a little drive. We were gone about a half hour, but that’s all the time he needed. Tommy just needed to talk to me knowing he would get the truth and he would also get no judgement.

Kevin also called me over the weekend and asked me for a little advice. He chose to share something with me that he isn’t ready to share with anyone else. He wants me to be a part of a new adventure that is going to change his life forever, but he needed my blessing before proceeding.

We all hold the key to unlock and open a door for someone in our lives. As moms, we hold a few extra keys for our children, no matter how old they are. What a privilege it is to become aware of this thought process, “I have friends that hold the keys to different doors of my personality.”

We are so unique. None of us are exactly alike. How could we be? God has given each and everyone of us the ability to think for ourselves. Now mind you, those of us brought up in a cult had that gift taken from us at an early age, but, the ability or the desire to think for ourselves is naturally ingrained in us.

There are times throughout our lives when certain family members or friends relate better to us then others. There are times when we are raising our young that they want only mom and at other times, they want only their dad. You’ve heard it said, “daddy’s girl, or mama’s boy.” Neither are a negative thing. It’s just that at certain times, one parent holds the key to a certain personality trait that the other parent can’t.

Over the course of our life we meet so many people. Sometimes we just click and it’s like we’ve know that person forever. Other times our friendships go different directions, yet we are able to pick up where we left off down the road. Other times, our friendships end. Every once in awhile the key that opens a certain door, is a door that takes us on a different path from certain friends, family and loved ones. I think that’s a part of growing in life. Just my thought anyway.

Holding the key that someone needs is such an honor. Really, when you think about it, when we unknowingly hold the key someone needs in a particular moment, that’s amazing. The key could simply be saying hi to a stranger. Maybe it’s dropping off a hot meal to an older neighbor who is alone, maybe it’s meeting a friend for lunch on the spur of the moment.

Friends, we never know what key we are actually holding in someone’s life, but knowing we could possibly be the key holder to the unknown in someone’s life, that’s an aww moment when you think about it.

According to iBelieve.com, the 7 keys to life are: 1. God first. 2. Love one another. 3. Never hate. 4. Give generously. 5. Live simply. 6. Forgive quickly. 7. Be kind always.

I believe if we follow these steps in life we’ll be, not only the key holder in others lives, but we’ll be holding a variety of keys in our own lives.

“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”-Wayne Dyer.

Perhaps it’s time to start looking at those around us in a new light. You never know what keys to your unopened doors they may hold.

As one door shuts, another opens. I hope I hold the key to some of your unopened doors and I hope we can travel through them together, if not, I hope when your doors open, you find love, happiness and abundance waiting for you on the other side.

Until next time my dear friends, thank you for your time in reading and don’t forget, Love Life++ Hugs