“maybe the good life isn’t a fairytale…”
-some random radio station
That’s ridiculous, I thought, as I’m driving along at a painfully slow speed on Lititz Pike. (For those of you who ever
try to enter Lancaster City from this route, you understand me. It is however a great deterrent from frozen yogurt and craft stores.)
So i’m thinking, that quote is absurd, life is beautiful, life is a fairy tale, that is the good life.
I am a girl who loves beauty, I love beautiful clothes, keeping a beautiful home, aiming to look beautiful.
I am a girl who loves perfection, I love perfect weather, perfect days, perfect meals in a perfectly clean kitchen.
sounds magical, right?
I am a girl who cries, I cry when I burn bread, I cry when I shrink a shirt, I cry when my face breaks out ( I am being very candid here.)
I am a girl who fears, I fear a messy home, I fear a failed dinner, I fear a fight or a bad day.
and just like that, the magic is gone.
I am learning, slowly learning, that I can’t rely on a fairy tale life to bring me joy. I can’t avoid fights with my husband to keep us “happy,” I can’t always coordinate our outfits in public (and it’s not the end of the world if I don’t), and I can’t make perfect dinners from now until I die.
Where are my margins? Where is my room for mistakes?
My mind…that quote…passing from immediate judgment and scorn to a breath, a thought, I wonder…
What if I changed my perspective of “the good life,” what if I redefined “fairytale?”
fair-y tale, noun ; a story about magical and imaginary beings and lands,
fair-y tale, noun ; a beautiful illusion, something that comes of dreaming, but nothing of substance. For true life, true magical living comes moment by moment- it is not an overarching image of perfection, it is living life with the ones you love…gracing yourself with room for imperfection…openness and honesty…experiencing the reality of life with a new frame of mind.
The good life is NOT fairytales.
The good life is raw, open, honest | joy.
***for those of you curious about my scorned tone at points,
(specifically the mention of culinary disasters),
to you I say one thing-
never try bread in a crock pot. the crock pot is good, not that good.