Correct me if I’m wrong, but there are no revolving doors in Los Angeles. This fact is painfully obvious every time I encounter one in Chicago. I hesitate as I walk toward the door. I watch people as they go through and I try to figure out the timing and the speed at which I have to approach this death trap.
I recall my anxiety trying to jump in while playing jump-rope with friends in elementary school. The rope’s in motion and you just have to find the opening. Everyone would put both hands out and move them to the rhythm of the rope. These hand motions are conveniently also applicable to revolving doors. Though I did think about it, I do not make these hand motions because I am grown and trying to be cool, but I do imagine them just before making a break for the opening, walking through and jolting out so as to avoid losing a limb.
One day it’ll come more naturally. Right?