Superpowers and a Glass Slipper

11 – 10/07/26

I spent much of my childhood in the worlds of princesses and superheroes.

Perhaps that is why accepting reality as it is has always been so difficult.

I want to acknowledge that I live a beautiful life.

One I am deeply grateful for.

Immensely.

Yet part of me still grieves the life I imagined.

I’m in my thirties, supposedly in my prime, yet instead of superpowers I have shoulder pain and wrinkles.

Why does being ordinary feel almost insulting?

Perhaps because I grew up believing that adulthood would reveal something extraordinary.

That one day I would discover a hidden gift, a grand purpose, or a world more magical than the one everyone else could see.

I’m not ready to give up the fantasy world just yet.

The question is, what am I still hoping to find there?

I never longed for glass slippers.

I have cowboy boots that I genuinely love.

I don’t want to fly through the sky at superhuman speed, rushing to save strangers.

I walk peacefully along the shore with my dog.

My reality is, in many ways, the kind of life I once dreamed of.

Perhaps growing up is not the loss of fantasy, but no longer needing it as much.

Perhaps the fantasy I had been searching for quietly became my reality.

The challenge now is not creating a better life.

It is finally allowing myself to love the one I already have.