Waiting for the Other Glass Slipper to Drop…

Bertha…brought up Cinderella last night…which is kind of unusual…we don’t usually talk about fairy tales…but she seemed to think this one related to my life…of course it did…doesn’t everything

She said that like Cinderella…I spend a lot of time…behind the scenes…working hard…and dreaming of someday…getting the recognition…that I want and deserve…

Hmmm…that does sound about right…so

So…what happens when that recognition comes my way…when I’m in the spotlight…

I squirm at the question…not unlike I do under that bright light…I remember working hard on a project…really doing a kicking job at it…but when I was praised publically…I felt uncomfortable…gave all the credit to the team…to my Mama…to the dog…to the copy machine…not just because it was true…but…because…I felt ill at ease with the attention…

Now…don’t get me wrong…I would have been miffed if I’d done all that work and no one had noticed…that’s what makes it a double edge Prince Charming’s sword…

Part of me wants to be recognized for a job well done…and part of me…still doesn’t quite feel worthy when I get it…and…what do I do…I discount it…what?…anyone could have done it…it was no big deal…I tell myself that I’m just trying to make the other person feel more comfortable…but…that’s not honestly the case…I’m keeping myself in my comfort zone…

That zone where I don’t fully recognize my own potential…and shy away when others do…

So…Bertha…being…Bertha…asks me how I think Cinderella felt when she got to the ball…when all eyes were suddenly on her…after years of fading into the woodwork that she was dusting…did she love the limelight…or did she think she was an imposter who would soon be found out…hmmm…

And…when she did get home…was she truly waiting for her prince to come…or was she waiting for the other glass slipper to drop…

Wow…a lot to think about this morning…guess this means more time in the contemplation chair…

Jane