Blame it on the Fairy Dust... I must have inhaled too much of the stuff when I was a kid. I loved a good fairy tale where everyone lived happily ever after. It made life in the poor house so much more tolerable. I always told myself that someday my life would be different. I dreamed, I hoped, I believed... and so it was!
It's easy to bury your head in the sand when the going gets tough. Perhaps we allow the fairy dust to cloud our vision of reality. Momentary blindness isn't so bad... is it? When the dust settles, the view becomes clear again and off we ride into another reality sunset.
Call it my Pollyanna approach to life... I simply refuse to be jaded. I've had plenty of naysayers try to squelch my hopes and dreams. And on occasion, I've let a few of them permeate my thoughts beyond an embryonic stage... but only for a moment. Fortunately, I've gotten wiser in my older years at identifying what I like to call... bad juju... and I can usually spot it promptly floating in a cloud of projection.
There's simply not enough time in my day to allow others to project their drama into my reality. I show up like a grown-up every day, I accept full responsibility for my thoughts, words and deeds, and I treat others how I would appreciate being treated... and I smile a lot. Is it too much to ask others to do the same? I love the saying... 'If you screw me once, shame on you! If you screw me twice, shame on me!' I guarantee, there won't be a third go-round with this chicky (unless of course, I decide that I'd like to be a perpetual willing participant). In that case, I'd probably need to inhale some more fairy dust!
All you need is faith, trust and a little Fairy Dust!
