After returning to Brazil for a while, I decided to start cleaning things up, throwing the old things away, donating what hadn\’t been used for a long time, changing an old-fashioned layout. I started with my room, went to the kitchen and when I saw it, I was already proudly working as a day laborer at my sister\’s house. On top of all that, I suddenly found myself in a new relationship and that\’s when things got a little mixed up.
All these changes made me think about how undervalued the part of the Cinderella tale where she is the cleaning lady in her own house was. If I could rewrite her story, I would definitely give her another perspective and direction. Not for discrediting true and healthy relationships. I am romantic by nature and committed, I see love in the little things, everywhere, even where it seems not to exist. It is love, in its broadest sense, that guides me. When this real-life Cinderella feels that life has tied much more than a knot, that it has turned into a ball of yarn entangled by an impish cat, it is in the love of loved ones that I look for a lap, it is also in my self-love that I find the answers. for the vast majority of my questions.
Love is wonderful and, excuse me non-believers, yes, a couple can live happily ever after, whatever that \”forever\” means to you. However, in fact, it can only happen if your self-love balance is positive. Every day I feel and observe in relationships around the world that if some very important piece of your puzzle is missing, the other will never be able to complete it. And that\’s when expectations are created, charges begin to be made, directly and indirectly, and relationships can be doomed to failure.
I\’m pretty sure Disney\’s Cinderella didn\’t live happily ever after!
Now I\’m going to tell you how she could live happily ever after, with ups and downs, obviously, like any normal human being.
After a long time working in a slave regime for her stepmother and sisters, Cinderella would start to listen to herself, her sane part, which was always there, but she couldn\’t notice, because she was full of vicious thoughts, feeling like garbage. , believing what others said and feeling sorry for herself. She would realize that it\’s not because life took away her parents that she wasn\’t worthy of good things. So, she would continue to do the housework, since her hands hadn\’t dropped so far and she wouldn\’t want to live in a messy house, since the other women in the house didn\’t know how to do anything. But she would put limits on tasks and schedules so she could start studying sewing with the fairy godmothers.
After much study, she would start offering her services in the nearby courts and with the money she would buy a small piece of land and build a humble house, but without denying herself any comfort.
One day, he would receive an invitation to a ball at the Court of a certain Prince Charming. It was a ball to choose a wife for the prince. She would be so excited, not for the purpose of the ball, but because the party was open mouth with a great live band and the castle pumping like crazy. Now, she felt free to dance around, be whoever she wanted to be, be with whoever she wanted to be with. In addition, it would be a great opportunity to do your self-advertisement and present yourself in a beautiful dress, made by yourself.
So she would. Beautiful as she was, in the middle of the night she would end up dancing and being teased by the prince, but her self-esteem was no longer the same, she loved herself and her life, so she would realize that living there was not for her and that the prince had a certain arrogance. Then, she would tell him that she was with a friend and that he was waiting for her, leaving without further explanation. She would head towards a commoner, court official, an attractive guy she had picked up on since arriving at the party, whose smile made her melt. Cinderella would take him out dancing and after much laughter would kiss him, a kiss that would make her go home accompanied and be happy for the rest of the night. WITHOUT END!
The end of the story is always our choice. We can choose to laugh together, support each other in difficult times and continue to be happy night after night, together. How we can also choose to laugh at ourselves every day, make the one we see in the mirror our best friend and when the load gets too heavy, share it with a friendly shoulder.
The important thing is to realize that we can never stop doing the cleaning. Taking responsibility for our choices is cleaning up tattered excuses, bad thoughts about ourselves or others, people or relationships that take away our peace or prevent us from achieving what we want and above all deserve.
As much as, when the bug catches up and life becomes a mess, a little part of our ego still wants to believe in a pumpkin that turns into a carriage, an old shoe that turns into crystal pumps and a rag that turns into a gala dress, if the day laborer in node is on, when the scan starts there\’s not even a bit of dust left to throw under the rug!