This is a post I wrote in January of last year. I’d forgotten about it until someone recently repinned it on Pinterest. I decided to give it a bit of a tweak and repost because it’s one of the few things I’ve reread of mine and actually sort of liked and I’m really, really, no stupid busy right now and this is better than not posting at all. I hope you like it too.
Once upon a time…
Today I set out to write a meaningful, poignant tale, light enough to laugh and bruised enough to ache, but I got distracted by the shiny, sparkly WorldWideWeb shouting; “Squirrel!”
With a click of its heels, I was whisked away to a world where there can be, at times, a little too much information. Perhaps you’ve been there…
It’s a land where lies hold truths and certainties can be deceptions, genuine appears false and fake sports authentic. There’s shelves lined with jars of endless hope and stacks of dusty, old boxes containing eternal damnation. And it’s right at our fingertips for mere breadcrumbs and while tasting sweet, it can be ceaselessly damaging.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t have letters following my name or awards in my bio, I don’t have any notable education in writing and I don’t work in a profession relating to my passion and what I dream will eventually become my career.
It’s dizzyingly easy to fall down the hole and find darkness in place of dreams and tempting to give up and let the bad wolf blow our houses down and yes, sometimes irresistible to believe the sky is falling, but the good new is we have a choice.
Finding the girl that fits the glass slipper or coming back from eating that poisoned apple is not easy, but no one ever said it would be. Nothing magical worthwhile ever is.
It does help though, when we know our unfolding fairy tale is being heard by whoever should nestle in to read the never-ending story.
Good post, Hazy. Enjoy the Christmas season – I’m going to if it kills me. LOL Way too many committments here. MUST pare down…
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Marilyn, you sound like me. I am frantic trying to do all the things I have to do while trying to fit in adorning my house in what I consider to be ‘extra clutter’ (other people call this Christmas decorating) and all the while, I’m trying to remember I’m supposed to be enjoying it!
I’m not a scrooge or a grinch though. Once I get into the swing of things and the mad rush up to the big day is coming to an end, I realize I love Christmas the festivities it brings.
You just gotta chill, down a rum and ‘nog and shout; “Oh, what the ho!” 🙂
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Beautifully expressed.
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Thank you, Mr. Roberts!
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I love it.
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Thank you, thank you. 😀 I’m so glad!
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Great post! Love the writing style even if you don’t have a bunch of awards or letters behind your name. 😉
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Thank you very much, Phil. I try, I try. ;0)
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I think I’m going to quote you throughout the holiday season whenever I down an eggnog: “What the ho!” Thanks for bringing cheer to the dreary day.
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Hopefully your day was dreary due only to the weather, PC.
A nip of nog can always cure what ails you…especially with a little “what the ho” thrown into the mix!
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