"Cinderelly, CinderellyThe only thing is, I have no step-sisters keeping me hopping. It's just me, all me. I keep me hopping. In fact, early in my marriage when my husband and I met with a counselor, he asked us about what we wanted to do on center stage. Everyone, he said, has a center stage. Think of it as your career or personal goals. What are you doing on the stage? Is is the role you were meant to lead?
Night and day it's Cinderelly
Make the fire, fix the breakfast
Wash the dishes, do the mopping
And the sweeping and the dusting
They always keep her hopping..."
Me? Well, he said, I wasn't even near the stage. I was off scrubbing the floors in the lobby. Somehow my sense of self-worth was that I had to be busy, busy, busy. If I wasn't doing something physical, there was something wrong with me. And reflecting upon the hard-working people I come from, that made sense. The only problem was, the role I longed for required education, thinking, reading. All the things my family deemed as lazy.
So I furiously cleaned to prove I wasn't lazy.
My roots gave me drive to get on stage, though. I did tackle college and graduated Magnum Cum Laud with a BA in writing, all while raising three young children, waitressing, freelancing and interning with the State of Montana as a communications specialist. My professors dubbed me, "Super Woman." My career in the Midwest was fast-tracked by my drive, too.
But this is not necessarily a good thing. Because I was still wearing Cinderella's shoes. Busy, busy, busy. So busy I blew out my back three times. So busy I exhausted myself to the point of having anemia and not even knowing it. And when I'm stressed, I still clean as if the step-sisters are after me with a willow switch.
But God has given me the glass slippers. And that is my reflecting lens at which I can apply to writing. He slows me down by sending glorious sunsets to remind me that I am a human being, not a human doing. So I am learning, as Cinderella must have done, to wear the glass slippers elegantly and step boldly onto the stage to do what I was born to do.
Not dishes, not ashes. Not firewood, not mopping. But to open hearts and minds to the beauty God wants to show us all. So I sit down in Cinderella's new shoes and write.