Legend of the Diva



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I gave up the Cinderella quest many years ago (see my early blog posts), but I still encounter women out there who are miserably following the rules, and conforming to the traditional idea of who a woman, wife, mother, should be, and how they should behave.


I feel so lucky to have best friends, soul sisters, who are on the same path toward self-actualization, growing with their authenticity..  Lucky may be the wrong word though. It's actually a conscious decision that I make. I CHOOSE to ONLY surround myself with women who are like-minded. Women with open hearts and free spirits.  They provide me with strength, love, hope, inspiration, guidance, adventure, and FUN!

 

I love you my divarella friends~you know who you are!


Below is an excerpt from a fabulous book called "I AM DIVA! Every Woman's Guide to Outrageous Living " by Elena Bates, Maureen O'Crean, Molly Thompson, and Carilyn Vaile

"Once upon a time in a land not so far away, two sisters were born: Cinderella and Divarella. Although most of us have heard Cindy's story, Diva's story has remained a mystery...until  now.


From the very beginning, both girls were taught how to be "proper" ladies, how to act, what was expected of them.  They learned how to be good and appropriate, how to be patient and let the world come to them.  There was pressure to conform and not to rock the boat.


Day after day, once the chores were finished, Diva watched as Cindy would retreat into her fantasy world.  Cindy was happy pretending to dance with her prince, and spent hours talking to the birds and mice about her dream man, telling them, "Someday, he will come."  Diva tried to pretend, too, but instead of making her happy, it made her anxious. Where Cindy was singing, Diva was screaming.


Over the years, Cindy seemed to relinquish herself more and more fully to her make-believe world, letting the real one simply pass her by.  Diva tried to get Cindy to explore the outside world, beyond the gates of their small town, but Cindy refused.  She was happy waiting for things to get better, dreaming about her prince sweeping her off her feet and out of her hellish existence.


It was not that way for Diva, who felt her discontent growing slowly over time.  One day their stepsister burst into the tiny room Diva and Cindy shared and demanded that one of them iron her dress immediately.  Cindy jumped up and snatched the dress out of her hands, always eager to please.  Diva, however, stayed right where she was. She had had enough.


Something inside Divarella began to stir. She felt as if she didn't belong to the destiny to which she seemed predetermined.  She felt lost. It had been deeply ingrained in her to "do the right thing", but she began to wonder if that was truly her heart's desire.


Sure, Cindy will get the hunky man and beautiful glass slipper, Diva thought to herself, but there's got to be so much more out there. She longed to experience life, not dream about it. Diva sensed that the life that had been planned for her would be fine but somehow, "fine" didn't cut it anymore.  Predictability didn't appeal to her, nor did settling, and certainly not being at the beck and call of anyone, especially those who were mean to her. Diva wanted to learn more about herself and discover - or better yet, create - who Diva really was.


As she slowly took her hair down from her tight bun, she also felt herself unwind. She was no longer willing to wait around and to live her life by others' expectations.  While she was tempted by promises of safety, security, and a "good" (predictable, boring) life, Diva couldn't ignore the little voice in her head that started as a whisper and steadily grew louder until it sounded to her like a choir of the purest voices singing, "I am sensuous, succulent, passionate; I am outrageous, electrifying, fabulous; I am Diva!"


Diva felt the surge of emotions in her body.  She began to dance a wild and freeing dance of sensuality.  Cindy was shocked as Diva swayed her hips back and forth to the music that only she could hear.  Diva stripped off her torn and tattered dress and examined her body in the mirror for the very first time.  She liked what she saw.


Cindy was speechless and covered her head with a blanket. "Cindy, could a life of stellar proportions be possible?" Diva exclaimed as she strutted back and forth across the room in her imaginary high heels.  She didn't know the answer, and Cindy was too paralyzed with fear to speak.  Diva decided that taking the risk to find out who she was was worth the adventure.


Now she was ready to begin her quest to start creating her own destiny based on her own rules and definitions of what pleased her.  She saw a glimmer of what was possible in the mirror, and it ignited into a fury of passion for life, love, laughter, and happiness. What had seemed a distant, blurry, and unattainable fantasy suddenly came into sharp focus.  For the first time it seemed not only possible, but probable;


Diva had stumbled on the greatest untapped natural resource anybody had ever seen; her inner self, her Diva self! "This is it!" She exclaimed. No more would her self-expression be squashed by the rules of society or her creativity suppressed by the naysayers; from here on out she would live by her own rules of outrageous self-expression and unlimited possibilities.  She would live the delicious, juicy, over-the-top, off-the-charts, spectacular life she had previously only dreamed of. She would never be bored again.

Like a sponge, she soaked up qualities she admired in others, gaining momentum along the way. She learned something from every experience, from every encounter with a friend or stranger.  Diva learned how to tap into her inner resources, her inner fire, passion, zest for life, love, and pursuit of happiness.  She found that no matter where she was, she felt energized. For the first time in her life she was truly, deeply gratified, and that deep satisfaction quickly spread to others. 

"I've unlocked the secrets to pleasure, fun, freedom, and passion!" she would rejoice.  "Let me show you the way to Divadom!"


Women everywhere followed her lead.  Together they formed a village, which would later turn into a nation, a planet, and ultimately a universe of empowering, outrageous, fully expressed, joyous Divas!"

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