As you know, three people will get to have their lives turned into a fairy tale in the Tickling Butterflies universe. Anyone can win a ‘ticket’. Another way is to be approached. A few people who I thought were interesting have been asked to guest post and write a paragraph or two about their lives, something that can be turned into a fairy tale.
Each person contacted can invite three other people (and only three) to do the same. You just have to choose interesting people.
The following is Andrea Johnson’s story. You may know her as The Little Red Reviewer. She writes:
There’s nothing like having someone say “tell me about something interesting and important that happened to you” to make me realize how boring of a life I live. I’m a bit of a homebody, I don’t go looking for adventure. I just happily live my life.
But I don’t live my life alone.
This is going to sound cliche and old fashioned, but the most important day in my life was the day I got married. Sounds cheesy, right?
I wasn’t one of those girls who was raised to “find a man who could take care of me”. I was never told I needed a boyfriend, or a husband, or a life partner of any kind. I was raised to be self sufficient and independent. I think my Mom fully secretly hoped I’d be the first unmarried female President of the United States (or better yet, Supreme Court Judge, as that president job is just a four year contract gig anyways. No long term career prospects there!).
Just because a person is self sufficient and independent doesn’t mean they want to be alone.
We’d known each other for years before we got married and I wholeheartedly recommend a few years of living in sin to all young couples. You learn a lot about someone by raising a cat together and sharing a bathroom.
Being a strong independent woman and being madly in love with someone, those two things are not mutually exclusive. How do I explain what I went through without sounding like a 1950s girl who has been convinced she needs a man to have any self worth? I had self worth up the wazoo before I got into the relationship, and I gave up nothing to continue the relationship. Family members and friends suddenly had lots of advice to give me, advice about how I was too young to make a decision like this, that he was much older and just taking advantage of me, that our different backgrounds (both class and religion) would be a hurdle our relationship wouldn’t survive. What can I say? I was young and stubborn. But that doesn’t mean I was wrong.
I was raised to be strong and independent, and I didn’t want to be alone. I am a strong adult woman, and I don’t want to be alone. In this, I can have it all. Getting married was a promise we made to each other that we didn’t have to be alone. Yes, we’re that nauseatingly adorable couple who holds hands in the grocery store and kisses each other while we’re making dinner together.
We’ll be celebrating eight years of blissful married this autumn. Most days I still feel like I’m on my honeymoon. And I’m still very close with all those people who said it wouldn’t work.
Strength isn’t always physical. Kick ass women are only stronger when their life partner loves them back.
This is an easy fairy tale to write: lonesome princess finds understanding prince, and they all lived happily ever after.
Thank you for sharing, Andrea. There are actually quite a few fairy tales in there, most not about a lonesome princess at all. But I’ll leave that to the readers for now.
Now you need to find three more people, Andrea, who are just as interesting…