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Diabolina Does Deep Thoughts

A little joint I wrote last year as I was staring down 30.


Fits nicely with what The Peeper was teaching me about some Dalai Lama writings. About the two paths one can take: anticipation and hope or anger and despair.

Love a girl who can don a blond wig for me AND wax philosophical with me.

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A Friend of Dorothy

I have arrived at a crossroads – one that will define the second chapter of my life. It is a crossroads unlike any other - brimming with magic, alive with creativity, winking at me with possibility.

I am on the brink of…well…myself.

Gone is the façade, the mask, the fear, the girlish desire to please and be pleasing. I have found my voice. In this moment, I am embracing my gifts, my desires, my non-negotiables.

I am facing my weaknesses and faults head-on. Demons are being laid to rest so only the angels remain. I am standing on the precipice of my potential, my greatness, my destiny.

It's all there - this great future, this grand second act - laid out in front of me. When I close my eyes, it dances in front of me like a hazy dream that feels foreign yet familiar.

Now I just need to figure out how to get there. Like Dorothy, I have to decide which road to follow. Which enchanted path will lead me to my purpose – if I tap dance just right in my ruby slippers.

Doors I close today will be shut forever. An opportunity wasted now will turn into regret later. The chances I take in this moment will lead me down the path, the path paved with my dreams. I just know it. I can feel it at my core.

And I am ready for it. I am prepared to face this fork in the road with a brave heart and an open mind.

After all what I want is not what most people want. More than anything, I want to blaze a trail all my own. One forged by decisions that are mine and mine alone. It is untarnished by others' expectations. It is unfettered by convention.

The road that has led me to this crossroads stretches far behind me. It has had many twists and turns of fate. It was at times painfully rocky, unbearably dark, difficult to negotiate. I was for the most part a child on that road...along for the ride.

But nevertheless, it was the road I traveled to arrive at this moment. This daunting yet delicious crossroads where a new chapter in my story begins - the part where the story gets good :)