It's like Gunshot Residue

Sometimes I find myself responding a certain way, interacting in a mindless manner, and I have realized that I'm not being myself. I've fallen into habits that I don't even consider changing. It just doesn't even occur to me.

I fell into a serious relationship at an awfully young age.  And I think I stopped growing.
I went into some sort of freeze.
Maybe I felt trapped?
I take responsibility for myself.
I don't blame it on anyone else.

But, I don't think that relationship was healthy for me.  For either of us.
I don't feel like we brought out the best in each other.

And so, I've decided that relationships leave behind an invisible footprint, somewhat like gunshot residue
It coats you.
It identifies you...but it can be washed away.

I'm trying to wash it away at the moment.
And figure out who I am alone.
Who I want to be..

It's scary..and yet exciting..
It's overwhelming...and yet freeing.

I love metaphors.

I'm not really talking about Doors

I suddenly find myself obsessed with doors.

Kat, from Sunshine and Lemonade, my best blogger friend, asked me to help her come up with questions for her Friday Follies.

And I said, how about questions about Doors.

She thought I was nuts at first, I know.

But, doors are so cool.

Here are some I took pictures of in Mexico City.

Ciudad de Mexico.

We go in and out of doors all day, every day.
Do we notice them?

Do we appreciate our options?

The decisions involved in choosing which door to go through.
How do we choose the doors we choose?

Do we regret our choices?
Or make the best out of the direction we've chosen?

Some doors are deceptively run down...but lead to secret wonders.

And some are not doors at all, but facades.

Have you noticed, appreciated, focused on your doors lately?

This photo is so cool, because it shows the old and the new, all together.
On the right side is a newer, modern intercom, while on the left side is an old ring that people used to tie their horses to when visiting each other.

Have I been talking about doors?

What do you think I've been talking about?