What doorknobs will I turn in this new year?
Will I like what I find on the other side of their doors?
It seems like sparkly glass ones would lead to the nicest rooms, but after some I passed through last year, that association apparently doesn’t hold true. Last year I turned knobs to find suffering and tears. Others to find laughter. A dizzying array of rooms, beyond the scope of the freakiest funhouse.
This year, I’m going to pay closer attention to the knobs when my hand touches each one. There must be a pattern, a way to feel from that first twist of my wrist. I’ll discover their hidden code. If you’re behind one of the doors, I’ll share their secret with you.