I’ve been meaning to share this for a while now, but have delayed putting it together.

My Cinderella Story

I was all of three when this incident that I call my Cinderella story took place. A visitor to our home brought a box of chocolates for us. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the chocolates and begged my Mum for one. Since it was close to lunch time, Mum told me I could have one later. I began to fidget with the box. To make sure I didn’t help myself to a chocolate, she took the box and put it on top of the refrigerator – out of my reach.

I always had a smart mouth, and even at that age was completely absorbed by books and stories. So I turned to my mother and questioning her ‘cruel’ behaviour of making me wait for  the treat asked her: ” Are you my stepmother?”

Naturally, this story got a lot of laughs down the years. But today I’m musing about another aspect of the story.

Do we all have a Cinderella story?

I think we all have our own Cinderella stories. Times when things happen to us that are for our own good, or people act to save us from ourselves and yet we consider ourselves victims.

Without any insult to the true victims of emotional, mental and physical abuse, it seems that these days a lot of people seek attention by playing the victim. The victim card is flashed even when they are in the wrong and someone has told them where to get off. I remember someone cribbing about the unfairness of a traffic cop who stopped her for being in the wrong lane and fined her. She was breaking the rules, but when he fined her, the cop was in the wrong!

Victim or Creator?

There are stories we tell ourselves about incidents and situations in our lives. Instead of looking at these situations with honesty, we prefer to see ourselves as the victims of people and circumstances. By doing this we often deprive ourselves of learning the lessons life is seeking to teach us.

I know this happens, because I’ve done it too.  I entered into a relationship, knowing that it was not good for me, gave that person more than I should have and then when things didn’t work out, I blamed him. Totally unfair, because that person, quite early in the relationship, showed himself for what he was. It was my fault that I chose to think I could change him. Like Maya Angelou said, “The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.”  And yet I played the victim about this, only to delay my own growth.

I used to think I was a victim of my story until I realized the truth that I am the creator of my story. – Steve Maraboli

Today I invite you to ask yourself what stories you are telling yourself about your life and what role are you playing in them.

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