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.


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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