When you grow up enough to realize that fairytales are just that, frogs never do turn into that handsome prince and at some point we are all Cinderella – before the ball. That’s when life becomes real.
We learn that fairytales are for young dreamy girls. Once a pig (I mean frog) always a pig (frog), and why would we ever think glass shoes would be a good idea?
I secretly dreamed, the same dream, that most young girls do – the handsome prince, the castle, beautiful flowing hair, a chariot that turns heads, even the beautiful shoes that would bring a kingdom to her knees….
And then I began to grow up. The babies came, as did the mortgage, and the electric bill. I watched as friends fluttered to the side and life happened.
I became disenchanted with reality, as I discovered that the plumber on tv was closer to reality than my Cinderella Story had ever been, except the plumber had a job. I found that the candy in the isle was more than the change in my pocket. My chariot was merely a bucket of broken bolts, and my best pumps were really slippers.
I accepted life on life’s terms. I accepted me, and I made a few changes. I look the trash out, I left those slippers and that bucket of broken bolts near the can as I closed the lid, and the chapter.
Once again, I found myself. This time more like a new born baby, feeling naked and alone. Upon deciding that my children were my kingdom, frogs were best left to sing in the mudd and heels were never really practical anyway. Here my friends is where my true journey began.
Live is an adventure, from birth to death. It is as good as you make it. We deserve anything we tolerate and life WILL be shorter than we thought. These are a few realities that changed my world. When I accepted life on life’s terms and that I didn’t need a fairytale to be ok, I became ok.
I have loved, and I have lost. I have fought, and I have won. I have dreamed and I have conquered.
Today I know that my happiness is my responsibility. I know that a lot of people will never get it or me, like the Jeep thing, it’s a Callie thing. The real changes come when the reality of, its not about me anyway, sinks in.
Today I am blessed, and I do live the true and ever eluding fairytale that so many lil girls dream about. I have an amazing prince and my very own castle. My chariot has everything on my wish list and then some.
Each day is an adventure, a creation, a new beginning and an opportunity. Although I didn’t start with the fairy tale, thank goodness, (I might have really been a brat) but from my vantage point today it sure feels like one. I’m certain that when it ends some others will also see it as one.
So here’s to life, love, happiness and fairytales. May you live your every dream, what ever they may be. May happiness encompass you and may love infuse your very soul….
Truly living the dream…
Wizard Wisdom 101