By definition, a "fairytale" is a children's story about magical and imaginary beings and lands. No offense to Webster, but I think a fairytale is a lot more than just a children's story, mostly because I've spent the majority of my life searching for my own fairytale. A real life fairytale, nothing imaginary, no mice to help with chores, godmothers without wings, and a Prince who wasn't initially an amphibian. Easy enough, no? No.
This mindset has caused me to fail in quite a few relationships, those close to me are most likely nodding their heads in agreement right now. I've been criticized more times than I can remember for my fairytale mindset by nearly every man I've dated because they've always told me that my expectations are unmeetable and that relationships aren't always going to be rainbows and butterflies. I guess they're right about that last part, I'll give them that I suppose. However, I have reason to believe that when it's right and when it's real, those expectations become easy to meet because the right one has the same expectations.
And that's where the fairytale begins.
My fairytale began a little over a year ago when the guy of my dreams finally called me his girlfriend. And I guess I'll give some credit to the others and admit that it hasn't been all rainbows and butterflies, there's been a couple storms, a strike or two of lightening, but you know what comes after a storm? A rainbow. Maybe that's what Webster up there was referring to because even the children's stories have storms. A fairytale doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to have the key components of effort, happiness, understanding, commitment, and most of all love.
Never in my life could I have envisioned my 27 year old self in the place I am right now. I always thought my fairytale would be more along the lines of: I'd be working my way up the corporate ladder at some fancy PR company, married, white picket fence in my Orlando suburb, fancy car, and a big closet my friends and I could sip champagne in like they do on Real Housewives. Spoiler alert: I literally don't have one of the previously mentioned things. Not one. That whole story is pretty much the polar opposite of where I'm at right now and I couldn't be happier my tale didn't turn out that way.
Ok, maybe not the polar opposite. I'm not on the streets and I've got some sort of a conventional 9-5 job... well, I do for another 3-4 weeks. Small details.
Sometimes you have to pick up a new book and start writing a completely different story because there's a reason the other books never had a fairytale ending. That's what I recently made the decision to do and I can't wait to see it flourish into a bigger, better fairytale. The one I've dreamed of for as long as I can remember.
We spend our whole lives trying to conform to that story in our head, when the real fairytale is right in front of us waiting to be written on fresh, new pages.
For me, right now, my story and my fairytale is taking me to Denver, Colorado and my prince charming.