What happens after you've scaled the middle-aged mountain, when you're avalanching down the other side, and you realize you'll never be that princess daintily strolling her dream castle, with it's countless turrets or riding in a carriage being drawn by six white horses? What happens when your footmen fade to an illusion, and no one opts to bring you breakfast on a tray of silver?Is all to be forgotten?
It's so easy to miss life's big picture, while facing a kitchen of dirty dishes, or a floor caked with the day's mud. Or better yet, yesterday's clean and folded clothes, back in the laundry basket, because someone was too lazy to open a drawer...
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Others might see you as so!! I know a couple who do...and it reinforces the belief in yourself.
In fact, you are a Queen among woman.
Love,
Remember, the dainty princess grows up to be the Queen who rules the castle with the love of the king and all the knights of the Kingdom...plus she always gets the best of the jewels and the songs by the bards.
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