Monthly Archives: July 2012

A Cinderella kind of life

Childhood is magical because we lie to children. The truth is we haven’t ever lived in a world with fairy godmothers who give us shoes made out of glass.

Our world is much different. It’s full of brokenness and bickering, and it’s a lot more like the beginning of Cinderella, rather than the ending.

But we continue to make up fairies and Santa-like creatures that give gifts. At the end of the day, it’s easier to believe in the magic ourselves than to think about life being less than extraordinary.

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Sorry, Forrest Gump.

I’m sorry, Forrest, but life isn’t like a box of chocolates at all. I think life is like the 96-count box of Crayola crayons. It’s full of vibrancy and offers the opportunity to create any sort of picture you’d like.

When I was a little girl, I loved to draw smiley faces. Actually, in third grade we had to draw a flow chart, and I illustrated the process of making a smiley. I loved the idea of making people happy, and I’d do whatever I could to achieve that goal. I’m still the same way.

The biggest of my life goals have very little to do with titles, money, or recognition. I really only care about loving people and trying to make a difference in their lives. It’s weird, I know, but I see that as my calling instead of a specific career path or something.

Don’t get me wrong – I have goals just like anyone else. I have hobbies, dreams, and lists. I just feel more flexible than most people, because my big dream could take on so many different forms.

I’m wild and free, and I blow through the air like a cool morning breeze in theafternoon sun – lovely, unexpected, and out-of-place. “Outside the box” is far too cliche for me, but I definitely don’t belong in one.

Since day one, I’ve been unusual, and I love that about myself. I’m not insane or anything. I just haven’t ever fit into any of society’s molds. The truth is, I’ve never wanted to either.

I like throwing paint onto the walls. I write song lyrics, quotes, and poems on top of it all, and I compare my walls to my own reality – my life. It’s messy, and that’s okay because it’s mine. I’m drawing this masterpiece that I hope will be featured in the galleries of people’s memories for many years.

It’s a great feeling to know that I can scribble all I want. After all, when my piece is done, my initials will be in the corner, not anyone else’s.

 

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