Sometimes life has this way of putting us in our place. We can build, and work, and plan, and think that we have everything under control and then something happens […]
Reflection is big with me and having this blog to read has been helpful at times. It has also caused feelings to get drudged up and has been painful. But today for some reason I was drawn to this entry I made on October 16, 2010. As I read I thought how right on I was in my assessment of him. I’m so grateful that I wrote it all out. And surprised that even then before he ever proposed and gave me a ring he led me to believe was real, before I even found out the divorce had not been finalized the first time, I had these nagging feelings of doubt. Crazy that I kept giving him the benefit of that doubt.
When I think about the Wizard of Oz I think of things like; love, courage, self-esteem, hate, vengeance, intimidation, friendship. Most of the characters in the book and movie are good but lacking. You could argue that the Wicked Witch for a raw deal in life and if she’d only had a shrink Oz would have been better off. But the one I always hate is the Wizard.