the princess and the pea.

As I reflected upon my Monday morning post about doing dishes, I realized that although some parts of my job are less than royal, there is no reason why I couldn't add a little glamour to my days.

Even Cinderella got to go to a ball after the chores were done.

I found a great story in a magazine yesterday that made me so excited about living life that I just have to share a bit of it...

A woman expressed, "Last summer I complained to a friend that I was exhausted, having no fun, living like an automaton. Nonsympathetically, she countered 'What do you think this is? A dress rehearsal? This is your life, Carol. Fix it.' I expected a pat and a kind word. Instead, I got a splash of reality square in the face. She was, of course, right. I wasn't giving my life value, so I didn't feel it had value."

How inspiring, no? After realizing, as I was doing the dishes, that I wanted a little more sparkle in my life, and reminding myself that this is not a dress rehearsal, this is the real deal, I decided to have a ball.

Dancing, decorations, delicious treats.

In attendance we had princess and princes. Queens. Jesters. And even one Pirate King.

We curtsied and bowed to one another.

We lived a dream evening with family and friends.

Following our hearts with the ones we love.

I can say I've lived as a princess. And Fitz can say he's lived as a pea.

Now is the time.