Fly through our door

A lot of this has been going on in the last few days

Little Dove is teething.
When no amount of singing, dancing, holding, chewing or nursing helps, we head outside.

Today, as I opened the kitchen door, pressed the button for the garage door to lift and put the car-seat in the stroller, a flying thing came through the door, flew past me and hit the glass door on the back of the kitchen. And hit it hard. Again and again. Feathers flying around. The sound of the little body painfully hitting the glass door was echoing in my own bones.
I low scream was stuck in my throat.

I left the kitchen door wide open as well as the garage door. Gabriel and I went to pick up the mail. Few minutes later the little bird flew out of the house and landed on the roof of the house across the street. Right next to a couple of her worried feathery friends. There were few moments of loud warbling. At that moment I was fluent in bird language - I could hear and feel the relief and the joy of the newly found freedom.
"If you only knew how scared I was. How fast my heart was beating and how every beat was jolting my body through the tips of my feathers. How devastated I felt when trying to fly toward the sky but could not." - the bird warbled.
"Oh, my!", "Oh, dear!" - the others tweeted back.

We went on our walk. As my own heart was slowing down, I was thinking: What did just happen? More accurately: Why did it happen?
I believe there are no accidents - everything happens for a reason. So what did the bird was a sign for? What did that flying force wanted me to pay attention to?

The glass door right in front of me.

Determent to try as hard as possible to go through something there is no way of going through, we settle for the pain and think we should try harder, do more, bear a little longer. But is that the right way? Is that honoring to ourselves? Why are we afraid to turn around?
The answer may be in the exact opposite direction. Freedom and joy may be waiting for us there so we can tweet to our friends: "If you only knew how scared I was. How fast my heart was beating..."

 Is there a glass door that keeps you from reaching the sky?