In the moment when something bad is happening, it's hard to believe that this is true. All you can see is the door that has closed. That what you wanted is now all of a sudden gone.
I certainly felt this way last year. I'd waited so long to get married...I'd had my fair share of frogs. I thought I'd found what I'd been looking for. And when it was all taken away, I didn't know which way was up. I couldn't believe what was happening. I couldn't believe the door had been slammed shut with such force!
And truthfully, I didn't think I'd ever find love again. I didn't know if I'd be able to open my heart and be able to trust anyone ever again.
I swore off guys at the beginning of this year. I had decided I was going to take the summer for myself. I didn't want my heart broken again. I didn't think I'd be able to survive it.
And then I met Nick.
It started innocently enough. We had a competition at CrossFit Cafe and I was there as the head judge, per the normal. It was a cold morning and I was bundled up, also per the normal.
I was sitting in the office as people were checking in (that's where athletes came in to grab their bags after officially checking in). I remember looking up as this guy walked in with a drink in his hand...I don't remember what it was, but I remember asking, "Where's mine?" Yep. Definitely flirting.
I had no idea who he was and didn't even know his name until later (I'll admit that I looked at the clipboard of his first event to figure out his name...so thankful for being the head judge).
We caught each other's eye throughout the day, and had a couple brief conversations about the competition. All I know is that I looked for him throughout the day (and I'm pretty sure he was looking for me too...I mean, you can just tell). And smiled whenever I saw him.
The day ended and we hadn't exchanged numbers or anything like that. So I just chalked it up to a fun day of flirting with a good looking guy.
On to the next day...I posted about Gizmo running errands with me and being passed out in the back seat (what he does best). And wouldn't you know Nick commented on that post. We ended up chatting on Instagram, which quickly progressed to exchanging numbers and texting. All. Day. Long.
He was sweet...our first date was at a Barnes & Noble. He was looking for a specific book and I'm a book junkie, so I loved it. We went back to my apartment and spent several hours talking and getting to know one another. It was, and still is, one of my favorite nights.
Needless to say, he earned my trust over a period of time and showed me he meant 100% of what he said. He showed me that it was capable to love and to trust again. That opening my heart wasn't going to hurt.
I am so thankful for the closed doors that have led me to where I am. It didn't feel like it at the time, but it has led me to some of the most amazing and precious moments of my life.
And now, I get to marry my best friend. A man I didn't know existed. Who loves me and cares for me in a way I didn't know was possible. He puts up with so much of my crap (and believe me, I have a lot of crap), and he does it lovingly and willingly, every single day.
So just know that when a door closes, it doesn't mean life is over. It simply means God has something so much better in store for you. So be patient and know that the right doors will open soon enough for you.
I hope you all have a beautiful week and enjoy the first week of December. Christmas is right around the corner, so hopefully you've started your shopping! I certainly haven't, LOL.
With love and wellness,