When I was around twenty-six I was in a terribly “passionate” aka “abusive” relationship. Oh, it was both of us, I don’t blame him or myself completely, we both had it out for ourselves and therefore each other. I remember one particularly shitty day. Us, yelling and screaming, trying to “win”, basically playing a losing game with our lives.
I was so fucking frustrated.
I was frustrated with myself, my choices, and frankly, I wanted to kill him.
This had been a year and a half of this fighting and making up routine, the making up didn’t suck, but man, it was getting exhausting.
I couldn’t breathe. I WAS DYING.
I went into the bathroom and turned out the light, I couldn’t stand the way I looked in the mirror anymore anyway, and I didn’t need the distraction of the failure on my face. I needed silence. I needed to breathe, and I needed to think.
I got down on my knees, for some reason, it felt better on the cold floor in the darkness, tears falling down my face, and I whispered with desperation “Give me a door, give me a window, I promise I will take it”.
The phone rang.
At first, I wasn’t going to get it, but I hopped up, swung the door open, and rushed to the phone.
“Hello, is Elizabeth there?”
“Yes, this is her” I struggled through my tears to say
“Yes, I am a recruiter from Verizon Wireless, and we have a position we’d like to talk to you about”
She went on to say that there was a management position open in New Orleans or Chicago and that it was mine if I was willing to move.
I was willing to do anything. Fuck, timbucktoo? I'll take it.
The reason I am telling you this story is because in a matter of minutes my life changed completely for the good. We always talk about how quickly life can change for the bad.
We can get sick, lose someone we love, or experience some sort of trauma, but in a flash, it can change dramatically for the good, as long as we are willing to go through that door or window that is opened for us.