Today I wanted to throw my arms around Love’s neck and plant wet kisses all over its face.
I’m trying to exhale, but my body is still holding on to the stress which became my everyday comfort zone for awhile. It’s okay to let it go now.
For most of the past 20 years (probably more), drama was the fuel that fed my life. It was always a catastrophe or recovery from an awful fight. Being happy every day is absolutely foreign to me. Just like Cinderella must have felt funny at first in her beautiful ballgown and those sparkling glass slippers, I don’t quite know what to do with myself in these new clothes, but I think I’m supposed to curtsy and enjoy the dance with the handsome Prince.
I am living a fairy tale. It’s not in a book. It’s not on a movie screen. It’s real life. My life.