Today is my first real day in my new home. I've been in the process of moving all my belongings over now for the last couple of weeks, and yesterday I moved the last of it over. A good chunk of it is still sitting in the garage, while the rest of the furniture populates my home like some strange alien version of Stonehenge.
As soon as I came home, I put my keys, cellphone and wallet on the dresser, and I went into the garage to search for some of my belongings. I closed the door leading into the garage so I could look at the boxes beside the door, and I didn't find it. After a little more searching, I found the box I was looking for. I went to open the door, and I discovered that the door was locked. In disbelief, I tried again, rattling the door. The door was firmly in place. I was completely locked out.
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Now, under normal circumstances, I would a) call my landlord and see if he has spare keys b) call for a locksmith c) break into my own house. Seeing how a) and b) are out since I have locked my cell phone as well as my car keys in my house, I decided to break into my own house. Option d) would be to do nothing at all and camp in the garage all night.
I can be incredibly stubborn sometimes. Once I decide on a course of action, I tend to follow it through, partially because I hate the feeling of being paralyzed from indecisiveness, and partially because I need to do something.
I sat down, surveyed my surroundings and started digging through my belongings. My garage is filled with all sorts of wonderful things, and after a little experimentation with different items and objects, I was able to unlock the door and let myself in (without any damage to the house) using a pair of scissors and a small socket wrench.
Now, this incident could have wound up entirely differently, and I may have just been wasting valuable time trying to pick the lock myself. But before anything can happen, one must make their decision, and commit to it. It's okay if you figure out it is a mistake later on. In my case, if I didn't unlock it within an hour, I would have walked over to Hope, begged for a ride to my landlord's house and pounded on the door for his spare keyes. Or I would have gone to Hope and called for a locksmith. I knew there were alternatives, I knew there were ways out. But I wanted to try it myself. I knew it was possible to unlock the door. I've seen it on TV enough times, and I have enough of a understanding of the workings of locks to figure it out. This is not to say that I can be employed as a locksmith anytime soon, but at least I know what to do the next time I get locked out.
Life is like that -- sometimes the doors are wide open and unlocked and we come and go as we please. Sometimes the doors are locked, and we need to work to open them. Sometimes you have a key, and sometimes you need to create your own key. Some doors require too much effort to open, and when some doors are opened, they are empty and filled with disappointment. But there are always more doors. We can't open all the doors or have all the keys, but we can find doors that we are happy with.
good analogy. i actually like that one. it's good to remember too. thanks.