Buenos días from picturesque San Miguel de Allende in Guanajuato, Mexico, where my husband, Matt, and I are vacationing for a week. About a month ago, we found ourselves antsy and stressed, the consequence of having gone six months without a vacation. Pair our wanderlust with the miserable weather Houston has been experiencing lately and we had every reason to take a jaunt.
We wanted to go somewhere we’d never been, and following the advice of friends who vacation here frequently, we were intrigued by the notion of a vacation in Mexico that didn't include beach resorts and obnoxious tourists. This colonial-era city, located in Central Mexico, has turned out to be exactly what we wanted. With a population of around 140,000, San Miguel has a quaint, quiet appeal, just perfect for someone who enjoys the slow life as much as I do.
Ah…the scenery. Bountiful bougainvillea and pretty buildings in pastel and primary shades abound. But I’ve been most enchanted by the Baroque architecture, especially the stunning, hand-carved doors of buildings both commercial and residential. Seriously—I could walk around all day looking at the doors and nothing else. All these doors have me thinking about the “doors” in my life. It’s been a year since I launched my website and started blogging, and even though it took me quite a few months to get my “blog legs,” I’m pleased with where I am now. For years, blogging was a door I was afraid to open for fear of judgment and rejection. But once I opened that door and crossed the threshold, it was easy to leave the fear on the other side. And to close the door against it!
Doors are portals, representing transitions and new beginnings. But they also represent endings. Over the past few years, I’ve found myself closing doors to negativity, to people and behaviors that are no longer welcome on my journey. Yet, I am also opening doors to new, positive experiences and relationships.
There are still many unopened doors ahead of me, but I don’t see them as permanent barriers. I’ve been submitting my fiction to publications recently, and while the rejections I’ve received represent closed doors, at least I’m knocking. Someone will open eventually. I’m sure of it.
Back to San Miguel de Allende, this charming, hospitable city, with its doors standing wide open to visitors. It’s no wonder the foreign population here—primarily U.S. and Canadian citizens—numbers almost 8,000. Everyone on the street says hello—and genuinely, too, with a smile, as though you are already acquainted and they are happy to see you again. As I type this, I’m sitting in the verdant garden of our casita. A rooster I’ve dubbed Cogburn is sounding his alarm, while other birds croon merrily in the trees. The sun is shining and the temperature is a sunny 70 degrees. This vacation is nothing short of sublime. San Miguel is a door I am glad I opened.