Once upon a time
Once upon a time a girl was born to a woman that would've been named Cindy-Lou had HER mother not had the foresight that the father didn't.
This girl laughed. She cried. She had smarts that baffled nurses. She was clever.
As she grew up she thought that she would be many things. An artist. A lawyer. A musician. A traveller. A great deal many things.
The thing she never thought she'd be. Her great-grandparents, her grandmothers, her grandfathers, her mother, her father...
She was picked on in school. She felt lonely. She felt sad.
As she grew she realized there was more to life. There were more places than the little town she was living in. There were more people in the world than those who wished to cause her pain in order to make themselves feel better.
She graduated high school, letting bygones be bygones. Forgiving those that caused her pain. Forgiving herself for not being more of an outgoing person. And loving those that stood by her the whole time.
When starting post-secondary school she exploded out of a mold that she thought encased her and caged her. A new 'her' was born. She could be who she wanted and friend those she wanted. She could be the 'popular' one, pick and choose those that were 'worthy' of her time.
So what did she do?
She befriended everybody.
She loved everybody.
She left nobody behind.
And now?
She's a mother. A wife... and so much more...
Gardener, baker, cook, artist, dancer, runner, gym nut, experimenter, tinker-er (?), cleaner, seamstress, laundress, photographer, glass enthusiast, obsessive/OCD personality, dog whisperer, bird lover, nature lover, foodie, hockey loyalist (whether they suck or not)...
The list goes on...
The point?
Once upon a time is the start of everybody's story, there're other ways to say it, different words... other languages... but they all basically start once upon a time... but your story changes, it never stays the same, it doesn't turn out the way you think it will... but if you look at the people in your life, you will see your story... bits and pieces of it... hidden... in their stories..
Ask them about their once upon a times... you may find they're not so different from yours..
My grandmothers: baker, gardener, foodie
My grandfathers: tinker-er, dog whisperer, hockey loyalist,
Mother: artist, bird lover, seamstress
Father: photographer, glass enthusiast, nature lover
Do you see it? My own story written from bits and pieces of theirs.. with my own twists and turns thrown in there... nah.. I have NO idea where the OCD comes from... but that'll be another blog entirely...
This girl laughed. She cried. She had smarts that baffled nurses. She was clever.
As she grew up she thought that she would be many things. An artist. A lawyer. A musician. A traveller. A great deal many things.
The thing she never thought she'd be. Her great-grandparents, her grandmothers, her grandfathers, her mother, her father...
She was picked on in school. She felt lonely. She felt sad.
As she grew she realized there was more to life. There were more places than the little town she was living in. There were more people in the world than those who wished to cause her pain in order to make themselves feel better.
She graduated high school, letting bygones be bygones. Forgiving those that caused her pain. Forgiving herself for not being more of an outgoing person. And loving those that stood by her the whole time.
When starting post-secondary school she exploded out of a mold that she thought encased her and caged her. A new 'her' was born. She could be who she wanted and friend those she wanted. She could be the 'popular' one, pick and choose those that were 'worthy' of her time.
So what did she do?
She befriended everybody.
She loved everybody.
She left nobody behind.
And now?
She's a mother. A wife... and so much more...
Gardener, baker, cook, artist, dancer, runner, gym nut, experimenter, tinker-er (?), cleaner, seamstress, laundress, photographer, glass enthusiast, obsessive/OCD personality, dog whisperer, bird lover, nature lover, foodie, hockey loyalist (whether they suck or not)...
The list goes on...
The point?
Once upon a time is the start of everybody's story, there're other ways to say it, different words... other languages... but they all basically start once upon a time... but your story changes, it never stays the same, it doesn't turn out the way you think it will... but if you look at the people in your life, you will see your story... bits and pieces of it... hidden... in their stories..
Ask them about their once upon a times... you may find they're not so different from yours..
My grandmothers: baker, gardener, foodie
My grandfathers: tinker-er, dog whisperer, hockey loyalist,
Mother: artist, bird lover, seamstress
Father: photographer, glass enthusiast, nature lover
Do you see it? My own story written from bits and pieces of theirs.. with my own twists and turns thrown in there... nah.. I have NO idea where the OCD comes from... but that'll be another blog entirely...
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