every morning i wake up in fairy-tale land.

don’t get me wrong;

the shires of my fanciful kingdom are also filled with death, disease, discourtesy, and deception.

yesterday, it took all of robin hood’s outlaws, and one lady in waiting to reign in my tongue; as i let someone take a favor i did for them, and twist it into a giant, ugly fat lip for me.

i could choose to dwell in darkness.

to hate, to plot, and to stew.

i never feel better though.

i’m guilty of my own bitchy, bad-mannered days, where i’m sure someone feels like giving me a lashing or two.

yet, for me bitterness fades when i try to relate to those who hurt me.

they become less big, bad wolf and more frail, weak, insecure granny;

hiding from the world beneath the covers.

someone i can relate to and love.

this ilk of living allows me to wake up in each morning in katie-land.

{sometimes with a new friend too}