You try the handle. It doesn't turn.
The door isn’t locked by the universe. The door is locked by .
And yet, the door only opens for empty hands. Here is the deep work. You are not only the character holding the gun; you are the Screenwriter .
Who are you pointing the Banana-Gun at? The "bad boss"? The "toxic ex"? The "uncaring market"? Look closer. The only person in this hallway is you. The gun is pointed at the reflection in the doorknob. You aren't afraid of what’s behind the door. You are afraid that behind the door , you won't need the gun anymore. And if you don't need the gun... who are you?
So you do what any rational person does. You raise the Banana-Gun. You threaten the door. You yell, "I have boundaries!" (You do. They are made of soft, yellow mush.) You yell, "I am ready for change!" (You are. You just aren’t ready to be unarmed.)
You try the handle. It doesn't turn.
The door isn’t locked by the universe. The door is locked by . NEW DOORS---- BANANA-GUN- Script
And yet, the door only opens for empty hands. Here is the deep work. You are not only the character holding the gun; you are the Screenwriter . You try the handle
Who are you pointing the Banana-Gun at? The "bad boss"? The "toxic ex"? The "uncaring market"? Look closer. The only person in this hallway is you. The gun is pointed at the reflection in the doorknob. You aren't afraid of what’s behind the door. You are afraid that behind the door , you won't need the gun anymore. And if you don't need the gun... who are you? The door is locked by
So you do what any rational person does. You raise the Banana-Gun. You threaten the door. You yell, "I have boundaries!" (You do. They are made of soft, yellow mush.) You yell, "I am ready for change!" (You are. You just aren’t ready to be unarmed.)