The Cinderella Society

Even when you think you´ve finally got things running great, sometimes they fall apart anyway. And they can´t always be fixed. At least not by you...The only things we can control is how we deal with it.

I was trying so hard to be what everyone wanted me to be, and yet every time I looked around, I was failing.

Sometimes a random fact of kindness that seems like no big deal to you can mean the world to someone else.

Sometimes things are stronger than you give them credit for.

It´s ironic how failures in life are often proceded by warning signs that we dont pick up on, either because they´re not loud enough or we´re not paying attention...When the little warnings fail to do their job, the universe simply bumps up its campaign to get you back n track. Even if it means clocking you over the head with a major disaster to finally shake some sense into you.

We come forth tonight," she bagen, "in the name of Sisterhood , to bring new Sisters into our fold. We present to you an oppurtunity, young Sisters. We are the new face of women. Our leadership will bring the dawn of a new era.

Again with the us. My heart beat a little faster. How many times had I dreamed of being one of the chosen few? To be truly accepted by the in crowd instead of sitting on the sidelines of my own life?

But Mel's and Sarah Jane's joyful tears and my miserable tears had nothing in common. Just like us.

Sarah Jane turned to face me square on, her eyes full of compassion and wisdom and strength I could never match. "You are the gaurdian, Jess. The truth is inside you if you look for it. Trust that you're here because you're destined to be.

Sarah Jane turned to face me square on, her eyes full of compassion and wisdom and strength I could never match. "You are the gaurdian, Jess. The truth is inside you if you look for it. Trust that you're here because you're destined to be.” She didn't know how crazy her request was. Someone like Sarah Jane could never understand. she was asking me to tear down my defenses, walls that kept me protected in my lobely but safe bubble. A bubble that let me belive I was good enough, that people just hadn't gotten the chance to really know me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath praying for some kind of sign. No lighntning bolt appeared in the sky, but a momentary shower of peace rained over me. It went and came so quickly I wondered if I had imagined it, but in the end, I knew. if tere was a time to trust , this was it. "Trust the universe and go with God," Nan would always say. It scared the living hck out of me. What happns when they realize I'm just me?