Princess on the Glass Hill

Here it is, 5:30am on New Year's day. I awoke early, thinking of the oddest thing. It's amazing, the things that are in our minds when we first awaken, isn't it? Who knows where these first thoughts come from? Perhaps a dream.

Anyway, I awoke thinking of something my mother used to call me, ever since I was a little thing, and my father and siblings picked up on. They would call me 'The princess on the glass hill.'

I grew up with this. I had no idea what it meant but I knew from my mother's tone of voice that it was not a good thing. and why I'm thinking of this the first thing in the morning, the very early morning no less? So I jumped on google and looked it up.

First of all, here is a picture of said princess:



How lonely she looks! I am not lonely. In fact, I love my rare solitary time and wish I had more of it. Okay, momma, strike one. This is obviously not me.

Then I remember what she would tell me;

"You sit on top of a glass hill and wait for others to climb it. People are only going to try to reach you for only so long. Sometimes you need to meet them half way."

Huh? I do not! I do not even know what that means.

Am I 'unreachable?' Am I unattainable as a friend? I don't think so. Not a all. I am quick to warm up to folks. I am outgoing and friendly.

Or am I? Is my subconscious trying to tell me I need to change, that I need to become more approachable? Is this what my new years resolution should be?

Heck, I'm not even sure of what this princess' story is about, so I googled that, too.

Click HERE to read the story.

Okay, now wait a minute. THE KING PUT HIS DAUGHTER THERE!! Aha! If I am the princess on a glass hill, it is not my fault!

And now that I have THAT settled, I am going to have another cup of coffee. And then I'm going to go eat all the apples in my house before they can roll down my glass hill.