Changes

You make changes that are supposed to help you in the end. It feels however as you proceed through the change that you must go through a rough patch first. Why is that. Things are supposed to be easier because you made a change to get rid of negativity, to improve your situation, to enhance what you know. Well that isn’t how this feels. Yes I have gotten rid of the negativity of my last job. I enjoy working with the people that I do and I enjoy what I am doing. I took a massive pay cut to change jobs so that I could have a retirement as well as great benefits and room to either grow or move up. Right now I am really feeling the pain of the pay cut. I am having to budget where as before I could get away without it. Now I won’t survive if I don’t. I guess I have to learn to live within my constraints and be happy with it. This queen is not happy! I like to purchase things for people. I will not be able to do that. That makes for a very unhappy queen.

Once upon a time in a land far far away lived a beautiful queen with hair that was as golden yellow as the sun. She was an odd queen. Her hair had a section of her hair that was as black as night another was as red as fire. No one knew why that was not even the queen. Yet she was considered to be one of the most beautiful in all the world. She loved being a queen. She got to have her way in all things. She was fair though, she would listen to all who had an opinion. Sometimes they could sway her mind and sometimes they couldn’t. She had the money to buy what ever she wanted and sometimes she did, but what she loved the most was making things. She would make things in her castle but she most enjoyed going out to the village and working side by side with the people of her realm. She would sit with the ladies and sew, knit, or crochet beautiful blankets and clothing. She would visit the bakery and make delicious pies, and bake cookies, cakes, and all kinds of breads. She would even go to the smithy and work along the blacksmiths or to the farms to plow and plant with her farmers. On days she needed to feel free and rid herself of the burdens of being a ruler she would climb astride her 17 hand freesian named Cathal (Kaw-hal). He had a shiny black coat of hair with a mane of hair that was the envy of all women. When he galloped his mane and tail would flow in the wind and was absolutely breathtaking. The queen never felt safer then when she was riding through the fields alongside the forest or the river. She knew Cathal would not fail her. He truly was the definition of a steady steed. They would try all sorts of tricks such as jumping fences, bushes, and rocks as break neck speeds. This allowed her for a moment to forget any worries or bothersome things.

Your Royal Purple Queen!!!

Published by Candyce

I am a mid 40 year old woman who has dealt with depression and anxiety most of her life. I am married and the only baby I have is a 6 year old rottweiler fur baby. I have been a volunteer EMT/FF for 24 years.

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