Commentaries by Cynthia

Something keeps pointing me back to Dorothy and her trip through Oz. I see a lot of Dorothy in my own personality. I, too, seem to be dreaming and searching for that magical spot where bluebirds fly over the rainbow. Those with deeper insights understand that Dorothy’s adventures along the yellow brick road were spiritual in nature, and that she wasn’t alone in her search for meaning and purpose. The characters that she met along the way were also looking for something to complete themselves.

Sometimes I look back at my memoir, and I see the similarities between the real characters of my book and the make-believe ones from Oz.

~My former manager: He would have been okay, if only he’d had a heart.
~My former supervisor: He would have been okay, if only he’d had a brain.
~As already stated, the director was the shadowy and nervous leader behind the curtain.
~When I think of my two female coworkers, I see one as being the wicked witch and the other one as her evil sidekick or flying monkey.
~The cowardly lion would have to be my ex-husband, someone who tries his best to be an intimidator, but lacks real courage.

The only person missing is Glenda – the good witch who offered gentle guidance throughout the journey. Maybe Glenda was with me all along, and I simply couldn’t see or hear her/him. Maybe she was the character I referred to as Sunshine in my memoir, but I’m not sure about that, either. I think I’m still waiting for Glenda to show up, and maybe that’s why I’m reluctant to move forward with the book. There’s a missing piece of the puzzle, and only I can find it. I think Glenda should have been the HR manager, but as we know, HR is basically as useless as tits on a boar hog.

This concludes my creative pondering for the day. And I wish a very happy Halloween to all! And it is my sincerest wish that you don’t take this post too seriously. It was mostly made in jest.