Sometimes I feel like festooned, floral wearing fairies were urging me to do down a path to my *real* fate.
A loving husband, kids, a career I was proud of. Being authentic and part of a community that was loving, present and evolved. Supportive family and reciprocity all around. Unicorns, rainbows and many-tiered cakes full of celebration and whimsy.
I looked at those beautiful fate fairies, blowing glitter all over the place, and said to them… “hey, what’s that scary Tim Burton looking dark woods surrounded by a cloud of moaning dead souls just to the right of inevitable bliss-for-me-town? What’s that all about?”
And as if in a daze, I skipped into the woods, down that dark path looking for a little adventure.
Good things were illuminated with a neon sign, pointing me in the right direction but I chose the Stephen King novel instead.
I just feel that way sometimes, anyway.
Anyone else?
