{"id":4922,"date":"2017-11-26T20:18:50","date_gmt":"2017-11-27T01:18:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/?p=4922"},"modified":"2017-11-26T20:18:50","modified_gmt":"2017-11-27T01:18:50","slug":"doors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/thought-about\/doors\/","title":{"rendered":"Doors"},"content":{"rendered":"

\n My anger was a cage and the cage had no door.
\n – Strangeness by Alex Armstrong<\/a>\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This should be how I describe my teen years. I was an angry guy with a lot of emotions and thankfully I found poetry and industrial music as a way to process them.<\/p>\n

I often think about how close I could have come to really ruining my life with the fuel of rage. I am a big guy and I was then. At 6’5″ and north of 260 pounds in high school, I could have channeled my anger into something far darker than Trent Reznor, black lights and filling notebooks with words.<\/p>\n

\n One day I found myself out of the cage, unsure sure of how I\u2019d got there. Only one explanation accounts for all the facts. I had invented a door, and the key that fit in its lock, and let myself out.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

That door had a name. It happens to be the same name as my wife. The key took longer to forge, but it was a fire my wife started and the perspective she provided allowed me to work the forge and smith a key that fit the lock of my anger.<\/p>\n

This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my wife, Annie<\/a>. I am thankful for the perspective she brought me then and the love, support, affection and humor she continues to bring me now.<\/p>\n

I do not know where I would be without her, but I’m sure glad she’s here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My anger was a cage and the cage had no door. – Strangeness by Alex Armstrong This should be how I describe my teen years. I was an angry guy with a lot of emotions and thankfully I found poetry and industrial music as a way to process them. I often think about how close […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"New Post - Doors","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[105],"tags":[1203,1201,421,501,1202],"class_list":["post-4922","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thought-about","tag-anger","tag-doors","tag-thankful","tag-thanksgiving","tag-wife"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4922","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4922"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4922\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4925,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4922\/revisions\/4925"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4922"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4922"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4922"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}