Night and day it's Cinderelly
Make the fire!
Fix the breakfast!
Wash the dishes!
Do the mopping!
And the sweeping and the dusting!
They always keep me hopping!
She goes around in circles till she's very, very dizzy
Still they holler, keep her busy Cinderelly!
Now, while I wont exactly detail how the Disney song marathon came about, I will tell you that re-listening to this mousy 1950s ballad, made me rethink everything I thought I understood about the story of our beloved work-horse, also known as Cinderella.
If there is one thing we can all recall about this maiden it is her continuous and strenuous physical labor; the dark forces at be, made sure her brilliant nature was always preoccupied with minutia; primarily in the form of housework. (little did their lazy disposition comprehend that pretty much anything involving the hands causes us to fall into a state of meditation, hence self-reflection and perhaps, the almighty flow.)
So here I am, sauntering down the early morning interstate towards the commencement of my own somewhat mindless office job, when my unsuspecting mind is struck by the underlying meaning of the tune above:
Oh my gosh, she's really done the impossible, I thought; our thoroughly immaculate archetype, despite being purposefully restricted by menial tasks, has still managed to
Hence... the fairy tale. Because we all know that's usually the first thing to go when we're usurped by the noise and mania of our to do lists.
Now, all this is meant in no way to dethrone his Royal Highness; he did, after all, pull off the grandest date night of all time. And while the Ball scene is heavily centered on their courtship, if we zoom out a little more, it is also a reflection of Cinderella's deep yearning to experience pleasure, beauty, and ease. A night to be free from busy work and the sense of duty. A few hours of off the grid freedom.
I don't know about you, but I find myself frequently in a position where I must defy the pettiness of my inner step-sisters in order to reclaim my joy; the kind of joy that has nothing to do with measuring productivity or rewards. This kind of joy springs from a sense of inner connection that rolls out the carpet for me to do absolutely "nothing"' or at least nothing with "productive" value; like playing around with crafting, going for walks, or sending cards to loved ones.
Taking a moment to feel out the energy that underlies our actions is a good barometer for measuring our state of being. Often times, just a short conscious break in the middle of the day can turn our anxieties into pumpkins and help us reconnect to the peace built into our breath. It might not make a huge difference on the spreadsheet, but it sure does a huge service to the quality of our work, the integrity of our relationships, and how we feel in our bodies.
(And if you're looking for love, you might call in a pretty royal catch too.)
Here's to living from our heart; as a dream, is a wish the heart makes.