I think I need a little pixie dust.
I've always wanted to be a Peter Pan, carefree and young, but I'm a Wendy, imaginative yet responsible and pragmatic. Wendy fears growing up and leaving the nursery, but acknowledges and accepts the responsibility to be bestowed upon her. Even in Neverland, the weight of reality bears down on her and no matter the pixie dust sprinkled over her head, Wendy's feet want to take root on the floor.
"Think of the happiest thing.
It's the same as having wings."
I've been frustrated lately with finding my professional niche. What I want to do for a living vs how I make a living are vastly different things, and the grueling economy doesn't present a job market cohesive to paying my bills while fulfilling my dreams. There's so much of me that wants to fill my head with happy thoughts and soar away through the clouds to my NeverNeverland, to go to follow my heart and just drop my worries of financial stability, bills, rent and 401Ks behind, but I can't seem to get my feet off the ground...
"Think of all the joy you'll find
when you leave the world behind
and bid your cares goodbye...."
But Neverland wasn't a place Wendy could return to; she eventually had to choose. If I choose to wait, will a Neverland still be waiting for me?
when you leave the world behind
and bid your cares goodbye...."
But Neverland wasn't a place Wendy could return to; she eventually had to choose. If I choose to wait, will a Neverland still be waiting for me?
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