Breaking Windows

I like to think that whenever a door closes, a window opens.

Of course, there's the fear that you can't really get the window open. It's stuck or jammed or something. Meanwhile, the fire edges closer and closer, greedily consuming all those highly inflammable hopes and dreams of yours, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck begin to singe, and suddenly even breathing is hard...

Whatever, I'll break open the window. Throw rocks at it - that's my motto. (Okay, so it's actually a phrase I stole from Dave, but I feel that I say it enough to call it my motto.)

Okay, so I may have been a little melodramatic there. But hey, that was fun.

So that's what I'm going to do: I'm going to break the window... while watching out for shards of glass and sharp edges. I should also firesafe my hopes and dreams.

That should be my new motto: Throw rocks at windows, beware of broken glass, and firesafe your flammable goods.

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10 points to you if you can guess what this post is really about. Heck, it'll be a good reminder. I probably won't even remember in a year.