Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Cinderella

In this whirlwind ride of challenging times ahead with my dad, it is difficult to keep my head and wits about myself. While I want to believe I really have my finger on the pulse of my every waking moment I, unfortunately, do not. And I may think I behave or react or respond in a certain way because of certain things, perhaps that isn’t at all why. I think that sometimes as much as I would like to think I have it all together, there are times when it feels miserably broken. I am not good at broken. And it is in those moments wherein I feel like a 6 year old; vulnerable, lost, and scared.


I have only then to look at this:


And then I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my life is good. My life is happy. I may be turning the big five ohhhh, but my life is not over. I realize that I am not Cinderella (as much as my dad thinks that I am), but I really do want to live happily ever after.

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