You know the part in the story of Snow White, where the witch tricks Snow White into eating a poisoned apple and she falls into a spell only to be broken by True Love’s kiss or some nonsense? I think I ate that bad apple somewhere along the way. I think some version of me waits to be rescued by some mystical prince.
But, something in me is waking up. I don’t have to be bound to those who meant evil for me.
And, I don’t have to wait for someone else to rescue me.
I am going to make a decision. One that affects me. One that affects the little dwarfs I live among. One that determines my own destiny. One that writes my own “happily ever after.” I can get up off the platform laid for me and rewrite the end to this story.
What does that look like? Beats the heck out of me.
As I lay in an almost-awake state, I’m deciding what it’s going to look like. I’m figuring out what I want and who will get to share it with me. But I know this for sure, I don’t have to be bound to a nonsense story. I get to rescue myself.
The best part of this story – there might still be a prince, but my future doesn’t have to revolve around him. There will still be those that conspire evil, but I don’t have to give credence to it. I get to show up powerfully. And I get to walk away from the cabin in the woods.
I get to walk away!
So, that is exactly what I am going to do. I’m going to open my eyes, stand up tall and walk away from that which meant to destroy me.