Revolving Door

Two weeks ago I had the opportunity to visit Tanzania. Specifically the town of Dar es salaam. It’s a wonderful town. Less developed than Nairobi but this is a trade off for the peace and tranquility the town has and Nairobi lacks.

My first night was uneventful. I spent it at the Royal palm Hotel (it’s pricey but a very good hotel… I spent about $150 a night bed and breakfast) The hotel is cool, a complete contrast from the climate of the coastal town. The next day I had some business to conduct that took me to Kwanza where I spent all morning into the early afternoon. The rest of the afternoon was spent at the hotel trying to figure out what to do. Luckily I had gotten a local contact who had the courtesy of showing me around the town. Food and drink is relatively cheap in Tanzania…so I was able to spend some of the $100 I had carried to party with.

There’s a building I got into that had a revolving door. I was so fascinated that I took a few ‘laps’ in it. As childish as it may seem there is a lesson in this.

This actually brings me to the reason I was writing this post. I’m officially out of the depressed state I was in. Like the revolving door I was taking too many laps and happened to step out into fresh air. A whole new world of abundant possibilities. How could I have been so blind?

I think this is the fastest recovery from a relationship I have had in history. I think I do not give myself enough credit for my emotional maturity. As Anthony Hamilton would put it:

I used to love someone
But now I'm on the run
She had a hold on me
Stripping the walls of my heart


I can't say that I don't love Beth....I do...I miss her....But Knowing that the very thing that made me happy made me cry has given me the strength to move on. To step out of the revolving door, expose my self to the elements once more, ready to give myself to someone right with deep abandon. Knowing that giving less than my all would be selling myself short.

Knowing chance has no part to play in my life I will not predict my future but invent it.

This post is a dedication to dangerously shy: Don't give up on love for it is the very thing that keeps you alive, gives you the radiance and inspires you to touch everyone you meet in a special way. Love defines you and gives you individuality.