I am the problem!

Sometimes the answer is buried deep inside the very frustration that had previously received my cursing. Sometimes frustration itself is the doorway toward an answer. Maybe it just needs a different angle, a different set of keys, a different set of eyes.

Sometimes there’s already somebody on the other side of the door that can simply unlock it! Heck, sometimes there’s somebody standing right next to me that has the exact key to unlock the door, and I just never asked.

If I knew it was gonna be so difficult, I would have realized I was the problem sooner.