The thought came to me one day, “what if my life were a fairy tale?” (sleep deprivation is my best explanation for this…)
I would be a beautiful princess. Hey, it’s my fairy tale, you didn’t think I would be the wicked witch, did you? So I would be the Princess.
There’s no wicked step-mother, but there would be all sorts of obstacles to overcome…dangerous pits of despair like in Neverending Story, getting lost like Hansel and Gretel, and of course, a fire breathing dragon like Sleeping Beauty.
Instead of a fairy Godmother, I have a therapist, and some really great friends. (Wonderful support to be sure.) I don’t get to sleep through my story like Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) did…though a nap sounds nice right now. Can I spin straw into gold? I suppose not, but I can do some fun things with words.
There’s no Prince Charming in my story. Don’t misunderstand me, there is a wonderful Prince, very handsome and brave (my husband has been a great support to me). Alas, my challenges can’t be solved by a handsome prince with a white horse and a sword. After all, the dragon is inside of me…so vanquishing it with a sword could be…well, disastrous.
One day my
Therapist Fairy God Mother and I were discussing the Dragon.
“What does the dragon want?” he asked.
Without hesitation, I said, “he wants to be loved just like we all do.”
Great, a fire breathing dragon that wants to be loved…no problem. Ugh.
Beauty did ‘conquer’ the Beast by falling in love with him, but somehow I don’t that will work for me. What if I give the dragon a new name, like Rumplestillskin? No? Hmmm…new clothes like the Emperor? Yikes, no! Click my heels and repeat “there’s no place like home.” Probably not.
Will there be a Happily Ever After to my story? Stay tuned, we’ll figure it out together.