Biggest Mistake of my Life Part 1

Biggest Mistake of my Life Part 1

By, Cassandra George Sturges

My boyfriend and I went to see the play Chorus Line in Stratford, Ontario. The audience cheered, laughed, cried, and gave the actors a standing ovation. My boyfriend was weeping.

Let me just be honest, I am not a fan of musicals in general—so to say the least I was entertained and I deeply respect the hard work, effort, and dedication that went into creating this massive body of work.

I felt guilty for not being moved as I had been while watching the plays: King Richard III and the Pirates of Penzance – that literally took my breath away --while my boyfriend slept. I must admit, I love flashy costumes and dialogue that demands my attention and challenge my comfort zone.

I finally realize the biggest mistake of my life—I have spent way too much time trying to figure out how to get people to like me—like my books—like my dolls—who never ever will. I am simply not their cup of tea. It doesn’t mean anything.  There are billions of people in the world. It would be terribly boring if we all loved the exact same thing.

The people who do not like my style are not evil or mean. But, the most important lesson that I have learned is that, I don’t need to change who I am and my style to please anyone—but the God/Goddess inside of me. Period.

All of my dolls (male and female) are anatomically correct. I have thought about not sewing on their nipples and external reproductive parts because I know some people are turned off by these characteristics. I have taught human sexuality for over a decade, and frankly, I can’t imagine leaving this part of the human anatomy blank.

To me leaving this area blank, implies that their is something innately wrong with  being a sexual being.

I need to accept that for me being normal means—being who I am the way God made me. No one is going to love or accept me until, I learn to love and accept myself. Sometimes the biggest lesson  we learn in life is not about how to accept the differences in other people—but learning how to accept the differences in ourselves.

There was absolutely nothing they could have done better or differently that would have made me love the play—it wasn’t personal. Humans are not created to like and enjoy the exact same activities. The world would be a very boring place to visit.

I humbly introduce you to Jungle Beauty Goddess Namib, one of the seven sisters in my fantasy science fiction book, Pretty Blue Ball. This is an excerpt from the book.

 

“Use your unique soul print to share your creative gifts with the world.”