Happily Ever After

Nearly everyone dreams of a happily ever after. And when one says “happily ever after”, a few things instantly come to mind: ball gowns, carriages, prince charming, glitter, a fairy godmother, singing birds.

But is that really all a happily ever after is composed of? The way “happily ever after” is portrayed in the fairy tales makes it seem as if life doesn’t move on after that. As if the story doesn’t progress. As if no more moments are experienced and no more memories are made. Happily ever after is incredibly vague, and therefore, different for everyone.

But to me, personally, happily ever after means that the story keeps going. That there are downfalls mixed in between, and faults within the storybook pages, but still the chapters continue. To me, happily ever after means being strong and happy, regardless of the things that get in your way. Of course, there are times that you’re going to be sad. There are times when you’re going to feel lost, furious, confused, unsure, depressed, anxious, disturbed. At some points, your heart will feel so cold and you’ll feel like there’s nothing left.

But what happily ever after means to me is moving on. Happily ever after means coming to terms with reality (even though it’s not as visibly pretty as fantasy) and turning it into something beautiful. No, I don’t mean making the tragedy beautiful. I mean seeing beauty in a world that you could easily view as permanently ugly. Seeing hope in a world that you could easily lose faith in. Warming up a heart that you could easily let freeze.

Happily ever after isn’t by any means perfection. It isn’t this state of bliss that never changes, never takes a turn for the worst.

So maybe you and your boyfriend broke up, and the ending was no “happily ever after.” But remember the time when you danced in that pastel sundress without a care in the world? Remember the time when you watched the sky until the sunset went black and revealed an array of stars? Remember when you sat back and laughed at the simplest jokes, told stories, and learned to dream again? Or perhaps you lost someone who meant the world to you, and it was so sudden and shocking that you’re not sure you’ll ever be the same again. Don’t forget the times when that person made you smile. Don’t forget what you loved about that person. Don’t forget all that you once had because you lost it.

Because even if everything isn’t perfect, and you don’t have a prince, and your carriage is a beat up pick-up truck and your glass slipper is a running shoe…

even if it’s midnight and you’re all alone, and you used to get letters in the mail but now you just get cable bills, and the closest thing you have to a fairy godmother is your weird third cousin who likes to wear a cape and chant rhymes whenever you walk in the room…

there is still beauty in the world left for you to see, somewhere. There are still people who love you, and people who care about you. There is still hope. You’re still writing the story of your happily ever after. Don’t write “the end” yet. Just believe.

Dream Big,



Sparkly greeting cards aren’t a waste.

This Christmas, I gave out cards to all of my friends. I tried to give them to people who I don’t talk to often, and to people who I’ve lost touch with. And of course, the people who mean the world to me. As I gave these cards out, I received lots of “thank you”s. But I also had a few people say, “why do you do all of this?”  

And by “all of this”, they mean the sparkly greeting cards and the big bags of candy that I give out for every holiday: Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day… the list goes on. 

I do this because my friends deserve it.
Because they’re amazing people who don’t realize just how happy they make me.

I do this because I love writing messages to people. I love inscribing cards with words of love and hope and friendship.

I do this because I want to remind these people just how much they mean to me.

I do this because everyone is loved, but not everyone remembers that.

I don’t give out cards because I want to get cards back. I give out these cards because I truly mean the words I’m saying. And I know that a lot of times, it’s scary to share your feelings. Just handing them to someone, every emotion and every memory, can be extremely daunting. I used to be afraid of it. I used to fear telling people that I loved them, because the words are so powerful and they mean so much and oh my gosh, what if the other person doesn’t love me back? What if someone’s your best friend, and you’re only their friend? What if someone’s the love of your life, and you’re only their friend? What if someone’s your new friend that you love talking to, but you’re only an acquaintance to them?  What if…what if…what if…?

But what if you never tell them what’s in your heart? What if they never know all that they mean to you?

About a year ago, I lost someone who meant the world to me. That was when I realized that saying you love someone is way less scary than never getting the chance to say it at all.

About a year ago, I blew my chances. I’ve vowed to never do that again.

So now, I remember to love. In the midst of my busy life and my stress and every other excuse, I remember to spread love. Because, yes, love is powerful. It’s meaningful and strong and bold and brave and terrifying.  It’s also entirely worth it.  Whatever you do-whether you use letters or hugs or friendship bracelets or anything that expresses how you feel-tell your loved ones that you love them. Be a superhero, and use those powers.

Dream Big,
Paige Sheffield


    At school, I’m The Quiet Girl.  The oh my gosh, does she ever talk? girl.  And perhaps I don’t announce all of my feelings or thoughts to the whole world.  Perhaps I am a bit quiet, a bit inside-my-own-head.  

But that doesn’t mean that my voice is only a whisper.

Speaking does not necessarily give someone a voice.  Voice is having something to say.  And it doesn’t have to be words thrown out into the air that sink through everyone’s ears.  A voice can exist within writing, art, fashion, facial expressions: nearly anything.

Voice exists within the sailor who loves the sea, breathing in the blue salty waves.  Voice exists within the girl’s vintage dress that she matched with her locket necklace and suede boots.  Voice exists within the band that taps their sneaker-covered feet against the stage with every striking note they play.  Voice exists within every wave, within every movement of a tree branch, within every hand picked outfit, within every strum of a guitar and every pound on a drum.  

In a way, the world is screaming.  Because something that may mean nothing to you is speaking to someone else.  

Though I may not verbally speak as much as some people, I still have something to say.  We all do.  Everyone has a voice, which is why I present to you my blog, A Paige Full of Words.

Dream Big,
Paige Sheffield