The Door

Today is a pretty wonderful day. For the last 3 weeks I have held the phone number of a physician mentor that I could call at any convenience and talk about my dreams. The father (of sorts) of Alternative Medicine…. The man that would send my resume out to his colleagues and find me a place in holistic medicine. I looked at the number, programmed it into my phone, called it on accident twice (and hung up of course), put the number in my brain and mulled it around for a few weeks, gaining momentum to take the jump.

I stood staring at this allegorical door to Integrative medicine. I looked at it, and pondered how difficult it would be to get through it. Would it be locked? Who would be standing on the other side? What if this was my only chance, the only door, my only stepping stool? What if no one answered my knock? What if?

I finally realized the only way to find out would be to walk right up to it and knock. Why is it so hard to take that first step? It is scary to follow your dreams sometimes. It is much easier to accept something you don’t really love, or your heart isn’t in because then you wont have to be disappointed if it doesn’t fill giant expectations, or if you decide to leave it is absolutely okay you are turning in your dream. It is scary to look at an opportunity and know that if this fails you will have to start at square one again. Change is scary.

So, I knocked. Breath abating.
And he answered.
I am walking through the first door feeling on top of the world. Now take my word that this will be the first step of a very long journey, but I do believe that every step you take in the right direction gives you the courage and strength to do it again and again.