As a little girl, my eyes sparkled with stars. The world was a colorful merry go round and I was tickled delightfully with the ride. Unicorns and rainbows danced in my mind. Good was the expected outcome. Good guys won. Bad guys loss. I lacked the ability to perceive that life was complex. My little mind had not yet entertained the concepts of heartache and pain. I grew up on a street literally called Princess lane. True story. My days commenced with Once Upon A Time and I patiently awaited my Happily Ever After. My mother and father sat at our bedside every night and we sang classic hymns and prayed earnest prayers. Blessed with a large family, my memories are marked by laughter and joy. My days overflowing with an abundance of love. In my truest form, I am a hopeless romantic.
I am no longer little. Life has handed me many lemons. Maturation and time are great teachers. Rainbows come after a storm. It is a wonder. The startling roar of thunder and the floods of rain produce the rays of the beautiful colorful rainbow. Rain is necessary for our crops to grow. Pain produces if we allow. My favorite childhood stories started with grief and pain. Poor Rapunzel locked in that tower, Little Cinderella cleaning those floors, Simba loss his hero, Aerial had to abandon one world in order to embrace another. The challenges went over my head as a child. It's funny that until you walk through pain, you just don't get it.
We don't choose our challenges. We can not determine the timing of loss and pain. After you've collected yourself and your thoughts are somewhat gathered. You can choose. I say this humbly. I don't speak from a place of perfection but from humble human frailty. When life knocks me down I crawl back onto my shaky feet and await a rainbow. I pick up my lemons and begin making my lemonade. I choose. I choose to see. I put on my rainboots and splash through the puddles. At times with a tear-stained face, I dance. I slip on my rose coloured glasses. A hopeful romantic for life.