The Beauty in Things I Could Complain About

The Beauty in Being Locked Out

There are times that the sound of the door closing behind you or the sound of the automatic locks in your car ring with dread because as you press the palms of your hands on your pockets and feel them flat or frantically dig into the dark abyss which your purse, you know that an ordeal may ensue for you to get back in; or, a committee is meeting, a group of “friends” are congregating and you are not privy to the conversation.  Whether social or professional, you feel isolation and agonize, “how do I get in?”  Often times we are forced to get outside help from a locksmith or scale walls and windows to enter a physical space and do even crazier things to be accepted and enter the figurative space, but then we are reminded of the Beauty: the Beauty in finally opening the door, the Beauty in back-up sets, the Beauty in losing desire to “get in” and/or “fit in,” the Beauty in getting creative, the Beauty in assistance, the Beauty in being locked out.