I arrived at work at 7:30 a.m. this morning. I was balancing my purse, computer, suitcase, mittens, ear muffs and coffee. I was feeling a little over-heated and frantic. Then something magical happened.
Someone held the elevator door open for me.
I like to see this as a metaphor for life. When I'm feeling overwhelmed, some divine presence reaches down and holds the door open for me. Or lets it close, because I wasn't meant to ride that elevator to begin with.
It's a good lesson to learn as we jet off to Chicago this afternoon.
Not feeling as frustrated now. Just grateful.
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