Waiting is not my favorite activity. I must correct myself. I do enjoy waiting for sunrise after a good night's rest, for my check at the restaurant while having wonderful conversation, for the laughter of friends during a funny story, and for the feeling of warmth of a cup of cider as I relax. I do not enjoy waiting for test results, grades on my papers, or phone calls. I just about lost my mind waiting for Fridays. And sometimes, I do get a bit antsy waiting for my dreams to come true. The other day I felt just like Cinderella singing to herself, "A dream is a wish, your heart makes, when you're fast asleep." As much as I liked Cinderella as a child; I have woken up to realize that Cindella let an awful lot of opportunities pass her by. It takes three movies for Cinderella to take charge of her life. She needed a fairy godmother to make her a pretty ballgown so she could woo the prince? And in the end it wasn't her personality that won her the prince, but small feet and a helpful bunch of mousy and chattery friends. I have significantly larger feet and my friends in no way resemble woodland creatures. Neither do I have any evil relatives who would keep me from obtaining any happiness that I did find.
And I cannot be the passive woman that Cinderella was, even though I may share her dreams. I may have to wait for some things, but waiting is not a passive activity. Waiting is more than sighs and stillness. It is moving forward. It includes hope and happiness in the moment.
So as I wait for dreams to come true, I'll be a bit more Cinderella in a few ways. I will clean out the dusty corners of my mind and serve those around me with a smile and a song. I will find a new friend in need and give him or her a bit of...cheese (?). And maybe someday, "the dream that I wish will come true."
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