When I was a child I wore my heart on my sleeve and I had no fears except the boogeyman hiding in my closet at night when the lights went off. When I was little I believed in fairytales. I believed in princesses, princes, daring sword fights that proved how brave a person was, and I believed that good triumphed over evil. I believed that there is such a thing as 'Happily Ever After'. For me, 'Make Believe' was reality.
But at some point I grew up and learned that life is not a fairytale. There were no witches or princesses and what of bravery? What did it mean to be brave without a sword or dragons to battle against? All of a sudden I began to distinguish and understand the difference between fantasy and reality, between fact and fiction, and of course, the difference between 'Make Believe' and reality.
At some point, the line between fiction and fact became blurred. As an English major in college, I was fortunate to read numerous stories, poems, and plays that were told and had characters created that were woven out of people's imagination and placed on paper. I began to realize that these stories could not be merely considered fictional or termed as 'Make Believe' but stories made up that revealed truths of life and human behavior.
When it came time to decide what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, I thought back to childhood stories and memories. When I was three years I created and presented my Resume to her on a piece of construction paper. Then, when I was six years old I was fascinated with my dad's three ring binders that he had pulled out of his briefcase. I thought it was some sort of magic trick and had him open and close the rings of the binder several times with excitement. Finally, when I was eight years old my grandmother had given me her backgammon game. I immediately dumped out the chips and put in my 'important' papers and drawings. The backgammon game became my briefcase and the coffee table at home became my desk. My heart's desire was shown through my imagination. My imagination and 'Make Believe' as a child eventually became my reality as an adult.
A Sophisticate has the eyes and heart of a child. When making decisions in her life and to understand who she is now she must think back to the fairytales and stories that impressed her most as a child. A Sophisticate never forgets her past and uses her imagination to create the present and her reality as well as to see her future. Therefore, to find truth a Sophisticate must put herself in the land of 'Make Believe'.
A Sophisticate get’s lost in Wonderland that special place that only the child inside her would understand or know where to go to whenever she feels lost, afraid, or unsure. In the end, like ‘Alice’ a Sophisticate remembers that certain goals and dreams are merely impassible and nothing is impossible especially for her. ;D