I often wake up and have dreams come to mind that I need to get on paper. One night last week, I dreamt this phrase over and over and woke up hearing it, “I never believed in fairytales.” I lay there so confused and then asked myself, “Did I ever believe in them?”

As the day went on, I thought about that question a lot. I wanted to grow up, get married, and become a Mom. I married a good man who was a good friend but in recent years, I’ve been forced to confront something that haunts me to this day. He was not my best friend. That has made me terribly sad for him and for me. We got married a year after our first date, were a family of three 11 months later, added two children, and our lives consisted of excessive work schedules, and traveling from one ballfield and court to another for 25 years. As a Mom, I’d do every single minute of it over! As a wife and woman, I got lost. My husband and I were like two ships surviving on the same sea until we lost sight of one another. I don’t believe best friends are able to do that.

I eventually grew to believe the fairytale life was not for me outside of my children. I was envious of friends who had it with their spouse but I was okay without it and when I eventually walked away from my marriage, it was certainly not to find one. I just wanted to find happy in me again and now I realize that was the fairytale for which I was searching.

Fast forward into this fourth quarter I’m in and now I believe in fairytales! I know, right?! Yes, I have found my best friend, and am so thankful. But it’s not about that – I found me! I am happy with me, myself, and I. Life with my sweetie is icing on the cake of many layers. I just so desperately wish I had time for more of this me and this life I’ve found but the clock is ticking so these darn Cliff Notes better be exceptional! It’s really up to me to be sure they are.

I can hope God laid this on my heart to say to someone reading this, it’s never too late to believe in fairytales. Cue the corny, right? But…

Maybe you lost the love of your life and surely you know they would not want you to skip chapters and close the book until you see them again?

Maybe you are searching for your person so hard that you’re drifting around the lighthouse not seeing the light inside. Maybe you are the lighthouse someone else is looking for. Shine baby, shine.

Maybe you’re caught up in life, working, raising kids, serving everyone, on full speed all the time, and you don’t even think about the fairytale anymore. You’re just trying to survive the story while maybe you’re smack dab in the middle of the fairytale you dreamed about. Maybe life is just clouding your vision and I pray it clears. I pray that somehow you can laugh in life’s face and realize you’re in what you always wanted. Don’t flip the pages so fast you miss the plot of happy.

And maybe, just maybe, the fairytale is you….. you, individually, solely, magically you, today, at this moment.

Live in the pages, on the pages, and be the fairytale God created you to be. All a story needs is a main character, and in your life, I believe God planned that to be you.

xoxo,

jcg