I have a habit of being unrealistic. For those of you who know me, it's hard to believe, I know. Not sensible, head-out-of-the-clouds Megan, you might be thinking. But yes, let me tell you, it's true.
I have come to terms with, and enjoy, this fact about myself. However lately there have been a few instances of people telling me I have too high of expectations, need to get in touch with reality, and that what I'm expecting is unattainable.
They all have good points, but you know, I'm OK with spending some time in my land of make believe. I like imagining my life turning out like the end of a Drew Barrymore movie (unless it's Scream). So what if it doesn't?
Honestly, I know it probably won't. I'm not that crazy. And I'm OK with that. Really.
But until my life is over, I'm going to keep expecting and imagining the biggest and best is in store.
And in the meantime, until the Director of my life says, "Cut!" I can just rewatch the dailies of the amazing experiences I've had so far.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Oh my poor neglected little blog...
I hate to say this, but sometimes I have to remind myself, "Hey, Megan," I begin, "remember you love to write. So why don't you do it?"
"I know, I know," I respond to myself. "But what should I write about?"
"You'll think of something," I say.
"But what if it's terrible?"
"But what if it's not? What if it's something truly great and funny and will earn you acclaim and millions of dollars?"
"You're right! I better get to work!"
And then I proceed to stare at my computer for the next three hours, hammer out a few pages and call it a day. And then never work on that particular piece again. (I'm really glad the characters I create aren't real people because it would be like creating a head without finishing the body. I'd have all these bodiless people rolling around and who would really hate me.)
This process is repeated about every few months, and, as you can tell with the sparsity of my blogs as late, now is the time to start all over again. I'd like to say I'm back by popular demand, but really only two people have asked me about my lack of blogging.
I've been thinking as a writer, I'm a bit guarded. There are some things I'd like to write about in this blog, but then I realize, people will then know that about me. That I'm a person with thoughts and feelings?! The horror!
I know should make myself more vulnerable and will make that happen. However, expect it to be a slow and painful process.
Very slow, because this is all you're getting out of me for now.
"I know, I know," I respond to myself. "But what should I write about?"
"You'll think of something," I say.
"But what if it's terrible?"
"But what if it's not? What if it's something truly great and funny and will earn you acclaim and millions of dollars?"
"You're right! I better get to work!"
And then I proceed to stare at my computer for the next three hours, hammer out a few pages and call it a day. And then never work on that particular piece again. (I'm really glad the characters I create aren't real people because it would be like creating a head without finishing the body. I'd have all these bodiless people rolling around and who would really hate me.)
This process is repeated about every few months, and, as you can tell with the sparsity of my blogs as late, now is the time to start all over again. I'd like to say I'm back by popular demand, but really only two people have asked me about my lack of blogging.
I've been thinking as a writer, I'm a bit guarded. There are some things I'd like to write about in this blog, but then I realize, people will then know that about me. That I'm a person with thoughts and feelings?! The horror!
I know should make myself more vulnerable and will make that happen. However, expect it to be a slow and painful process.
Very slow, because this is all you're getting out of me for now.
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