I stole Cinderella's other glass slipper.

Over the weekend I had a realization: My life isn't a Disney movie.

I know that this is probably a really big shock to all of you. Heck, it was even a shock to me! But, indeed the statement is true. I am no Belle, Princess Jasmine, Cinderella or Ariel, my life was not written and produced by Walt Disney and company, and there is no Prince trying to find or rescue me. I know all girls really want that kind of life, and some girls have it, but some girls don't. I started to think about and I thought to myself, why did I think that my life was a fairytale?

I will admit, I am a control freak. I need control of everything. I am not like, OCD or anything like that, but I like to keep order and have things the way I want. Is that a lot to ask? I am one of those people who plan out a certain situtation before it happens and when it doesn't go perfectly I become a mess of emotions. (this example may or may not have happened this weekend) I like to have things planned and know exactly what's happening all the time. I have a love/hate relationships with surprise. Not knowing how things are going to happen give me a headache. If I had a superpower I would want to be able to read people's minds so I knew absolutely everything. Does that make me crazy? I don't really know, but I will be sure to ask Cee Lo about it. But anyways, with all of this being said: why did I think that my extreme control over everything would eventually end up in a picture perfect ending?

Then it hit me. I am no Cinderella, no sir. I am Marissa. I am my own Disney Princess. The situations in my life won't always be perfect. The situations in my head may not always happen as planned and the way I want things to turn out may be different. And now, I am totally okay with that. Because I finally realized that I will have a picture perfect ending, but it will be tailored to my own life. I may not have a knight in shining armor, but I will gladly take a nice guy in faded Levi's and work boots who drives a truck, let's say. I won't get Cinderella's ending, but I will get my own ending. I will have a wonderful story book ending that fits my life perfectly because, I am like no one else.

I may not have a glass slipper, but I do have cheetah heels.
Maybe if I leave that on some steps a handsome man will find me.

In conclusion: I am a Disney Princess.
Look out for my movie in the year 2030....after I pitch my idea to Disney.