I am so excited to finally start working on this new blogging adventure. I have done a lot of blogging in the past about a previous job, and, of course, about my divorce. This time, I really wanted to go behind the problems and talk more about creating the life you want.
Here’s the problem. As women, especially, we have been raised to think about fairy tales, and how we should aspire to that level of “happiness.” But here’s what they don’t tell you, folks: That shit isn’t real. It is a level of perfection that we really can’t be expected to reach, and we feel let down when we don’t achieve it. So, we settle. Settle for the guy who acts like you owe HIM a favor for being in the relationship to begin with. Or a guy who cheats on you and then blames YOU for his bad choice. Or the crazy lazy guy that decides not to work for a few years while you struggle and get so far into debt that you fear you won’t get out! (Hint: I married this man)
But, for your information, and entertainment, I am going to talk about some of the silly ideals that come out of these fairy tales. Let’s look at Cinderella: A Fairy Godmother. Like I need one more mother figure telling me what I should wear, what I should drive, and who I should marry. Please. That is what my mother-in-law is for, and she hit the curb with her wayward son. Let’s not forget her crowning glory: The glass slipper. Ok, so is it me or do those slippers look like they are hella uncomfortable?? As we women well know, even the coolest looking heels will start to hurt like hell after a few hours. Not to mention – THEY ARE MADE OF GLASS… what if you break one! Ouch. No thanks.
Sleeping Beauty – Hidden in a forest for years, then in a coma in a tower. I’m really not sure what kind of message this sends.
Lets not forget the Princess in Super Mario Bros. Wow. I am so not sitting around hoping that little Italian guy and his “brother” are going to save my butt.
In my experience, if a princess spends all her time waiting for the prince to climb up her hair to rescue her, or waiting for the vermin in her walls to make her a dress, then my guess is that by the time that happens, she will be too old and bitter to care. Or to chew.
So, fellow princesses – Listen up! The only road to Happily Ever After is paved with hard work, choices, and initiative. Get off your butt, trim that hair (you don’t want to trip over it!), and rappel down the tower wall. If McGuyver can build a bomb with a stick of gum and a paperclip, I am pretty sure we can get out of a tower. As I tell my three year old niece, “Make it happen, sister!” It is time to make a choice, even if it is a difficult one. Leaving my husband was probably the hardest thing I have ever done.
It is also the best thing I have ever done. For myself, and for him.
It’s a brand new world for me, and I am thrilled to share my journey with you. Please keep checking back with me! And by all means… if you know a princess in need of rescuing – Pass my message along to her. Or him. Though you might not want to call him a princess, unless… well, nevermind. 😉