The Door was clear, but so was the Window

The Door Was Clear, But So Was the Window”

from the blog: Life or Sitcom?

So I ran into a wall the other day. No, like—literally. A wall. Of glass.

I was at a church event, chatting it up and doing what I do best—walking and talking at 35 mph with full-body momentum. You know the vibe. The exit had those floor-to-ceiling clear glass doors with matching glass panels on both sides. Fancy. Deceitful. Invisible. As I made my way toward the door, I made eye contact with someone walking in. I turned my head to finish a sentence to the person beside me... and BAM! Right past the actual door. Right into the side glass panel. Forehead first. My big ol’ Gina-apple head made direct, disrespectful contact. Y’all. I didn’t know whether to scream, pray, or go invisible. All I could do was immediately turn and walk the opposite direction like I had somewhere urgent to be. “I’m good, I’m good!” I told everyone nearby as I tried to gather my dignity and what remained of my cranial structure.

Picture it: a bird flying full speed into a 10th-story window, wings out, purpose clear—then sliding down like their whole life’s mission just got cancelled. That was me.

A sweet church member brought me ice, bless her heart. Not one bump, but TWO. I looked like I had been in a Marvel movie with no powers. So here I am now, in choir rehearsal, singing my little notes while gently holding a bag of ice to my forehead like some sort of gospel-themed rom-com injury scene. I later told Anthony what happened, expecting sympathy. His response? “I’d love to say I can’t believe that happened, but sadly... I can.” 😐 Wow. It be your own people.According to him, I walk like I’m leaning into the wind with a mission to enter every room like the Kool-Aid man. And he’s not wrong. A week later, the bump’s still tender. It’s giving “lesson not yet learned.”

But real talk—this was funny, but it could have been serious. People die from freak accidents every day. Slips, falls, head injuries. They had plans, appointments, people waiting on them. I was just trying to finish a convo and get to the car 70 seconds faster. That could’ve been it for me.

So to all my fast-walkers and animated storytellers—slow down. The windows are out here fighting dirty.

Moral of the story:

“Take time for all things. Great haste makes great waste.” – Benjamin Franklin

Stay safe, y’all. Whether you’re in a rush or just running your mouth—look where you’re going. Especially if the building has designer glass. 😅