Fairy Tale

“Fairy tales were not my escape from reality as a child; rather, they were my reality — for mine was a world in which good and evil were not abstract concepts, and like fairy-tale heroines, no magic would save me unless I had the wit and heart and courage to use it widely.”

~ Terri Windling

Isn’t it crazy how we are programmed, internally wired mind you, to be certain ways? And because no one is the same, we try to change people into what we think they should be instead of finding value in their uniqueness.

I know that in my qwirkyness…my wiring changes with my environment. When I am at work, it is my instinct to take charge. I must be in control of the ins and outs. However, when I get home, it is the exact opposite. I turn into this damsel in distress, and want nothing more that the prince to sweep me off my feet, making sure that everything is taken care of along the way.

I think maybe it’s how as little girls we grow up with fairy tales and make-believe! And sadly, sometimes, we grow up into situations where we have to take care of everything. The prince has trained us to not rely on him…the chivalry is gone.

It then becomes our decision to keep saving the prince…or leave him behind. Not always in hopes that there are still fairy tales out there…but hope in finding peace in not only not having to answering to someone, but not having to answer for someone.

We have to think about what we want for our little girls when they grow up, and then remember that we are someone’s little girl too. Happily ever after might be a stretch…but let’s shoot for happy right now!

from 2010

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