And so together they face all the difficulties (flying monkeys) and fears (witches!) and they arrive at the Wizard's door. But, the wizard is a fake!
I think this is Oz, my friends. We are dancing down the yellowbrick road, arm in arm, anticipating receiving our new "characteristic" that we have been missing for so long. I have been smoking for 30 years. I am not quite sure what to ask the Wizard for.
I know I'm discovering a new heart and courage and a brain. I love this new me, for I am acquiring all of those missing ingredients in my personality.
I had the courage to stand up to this fear that I have been running from for so long!
I had the brains to finally do it (after 30 years)!!!
And of course, I finally developed the heart that I had been hiding for so long, under the disguise of anger and impatience and misplaced judgements.
Those of you who are feeling the need now to join me in a song of ... "Somewhere Over the Rainbow ... " hahahaha
I'm just being silly here. Did I mention to you that the wizard is a fake? The disillusions that drive home are really frightening. I thought, I believed, I knew this to be my world. What on earth am I going to believe in now?
Maybe it's time to go home. Beautiful beautiful home!
