Dorothy's journey began and ended with her shoes! Now THAT is my kind of story!!! While I have never been to into the movie or story its self, the concept always held a special place in my heart.
I have learned many lessons in my short, seemingly tiny 21 years of walking and each of them was done the hard way. I walked the entire path on my hands, or kicking and screaming or down right being dragged involuntarily by parental figures but I am grateful for every single one. I am appreciative of who I am today and I know I would not be the "today" me without the "yesterday" trials.
My house has not been thrown into a whirling tornado or had my dog stolen by some mean lady on a bike but Lord knows I have walked with some tin-women who were missing hearts and I have definitely seen cowardly lions and men with no brains in my day.
This past week I went to Tennessee and had a beautiful, stress and technology free 4-day vacation. The sites, sounds and company were all exquisite...then I returned to reality. After returning home in our rental car on Monday, I went to my car Tuesday morning to leave for work and the darn thing would not start. Nope, not the battery. Nope, not the gas. It just would not turn over. I tried everything! After finding a ride to a spare car and making it to work (plus some tears of frustration), I found myself paralyzed with fear. I could not keep walking. I had let little things pile up and pile up until they were the biggest demons that could not be tackled! Car registration expired, rent due in three days with less than desirable funds in the bank, 4 speed camera tickets, and still no second job, just to name a few. Things felt completely out of control and now a car that won't start?! "You have got to be kidding me?!?!"
Long story short, today I tow the darn thing to a local garage and it STARTS right up for the mechanic. He calls me, completely confused, asking me what exactly the problem was because it had been purring like a kitten for him since I dropped it off. He waived the diagnostic fee and I asked him to update the oil and complete a tire rotation. In the end, $60 for all that stress to be relieved?...YEP! I'll take it.
My point here?...My point is that Dorothy had a mission: find her way home. Isn't that what we are all doing? Looking for that home at the end of our path. What I have come to realize is that I have been home all along. The players and lessons whom have made moves in my life lead me to knowing a beautiful family that is ever growing, a beautiful romantic love that is full of willingness, communication and grace, and a future that will be FULL (trust me) of knowledge that I can then pass along to those behind me. I may not have a wizard or a man behind a curtain but I have my own Auntie 'Em's and Toto's. I think I will be just fine...as long as I keep on clickin' my sparkly red pumps!
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