Enter at your own will.

What's waiting for you on the other side?

I’m sitting outside on the deck, listening to all the rustling of leaves and songs from the birds. I took a walk around the house and realized there are so many entrances to the home. I never really paid attention to this before.

Of course, my mind applies this to other concepts and ideas. I don’t seem to have an ‘off mode’ for internal reflection.

What struck me wasn’t just that there were many of them. It was that they had always been there. Every single one. And I had walked past them a hundred times without really seeing them as what they are: Exits. Options. Choices.

We can leave a situation at any moment. All we have to do is decide we are done with that experience and walk through a different door.

Isn’t that the whole idea of free will? The doors are there. They have always been there. We just have to decide which one we want to walk through.

I think most of us forget this. We stand in a room (a situation, a feeling, a version of our lives) and we start to believe that the walls are permanent. That we are stuck. That this is just how things are now.

But what if you just haven’t looked for the door yet?

What if the exit has been there the whole time, and the only thing keeping you in the room is the belief that you have no choice?

Maybe this idea came to mind because I’ve been looking for my own door. I want to let go of this grief sitting in my chest. I’m ready to put it down and walk through a different door. What I’m realizing is that stepping out of sadness means stepping into something else… peace.

Peace is frightening. (I know that sounds crazy)

But each time I’ve been at peace, I’ve had to let go of something or someone… I’ve had to release parts of myself that I have grown comfortable with, even if they aren’t healthy.

Here’s a concept I recently wrote about, showing up again: alignment as rejection. The idea that choosing something means releasing everything else. Every step toward peace is a step away from something. And that something, even when it’s heavy, even when it’s been hurting you, has been yours.

Letting go is its own kind of grief.

Walking away from a circumstance means stepping into another.

Each time I’ve been at peace, I’ve wanted more of it. I haven’t wanted it to end. And yet I keep finding myself back in the heavier rooms, wondering how I got there again.

I think I know why now. The door to peace is always available. But walking through it requires a decision. Not once. Over and over. Every time the familiar tries to pull you back. Every time the familiar weight starts to feel like safety. Every time you forget that you have a choice.

You always have a choice.

You take back your power when you realize you always have a choice.

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