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.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
A quick rundown
I made it to England safely and it felt like I had never left.
First things first. Sunday roast.
Clara, her boyfriend Tom, and flatmate Adam were happy to oblige and so we went for a meal shortly after my arrival.
I fell asleep early that night with a full tummy and plans to meet Sofia the next day. I woke up and have realized how awful and discomforting it is to wake up and no concept of the time. I got up, got ready and turned on the news and saw it was 6:45 a.m.
Four hours later I met Sofia and we visited a Movieum (movie + museum) walked along the south bank of the Thames and ate delicious crepes.
Returning to Clara's I got a little lost but eventually found my way back.
We left that night for Pisa and arrived early the next day. The tower was amazing and I, of course, took the obligatory pushing-the-tower photo. We then hit the beach, splashed in the warm ocean, worked on our tan then came back and joined others at the hostel for a meter and a half of pizza.
Today we headed to Florence and there are so many details I'd like to share, but they will have to wait for my return, when I have more time and a few less glasses of wine.
Ciao!
First things first. Sunday roast.
Clara, her boyfriend Tom, and flatmate Adam were happy to oblige and so we went for a meal shortly after my arrival.
I fell asleep early that night with a full tummy and plans to meet Sofia the next day. I woke up and have realized how awful and discomforting it is to wake up and no concept of the time. I got up, got ready and turned on the news and saw it was 6:45 a.m.
Four hours later I met Sofia and we visited a Movieum (movie + museum) walked along the south bank of the Thames and ate delicious crepes.
Returning to Clara's I got a little lost but eventually found my way back.
We left that night for Pisa and arrived early the next day. The tower was amazing and I, of course, took the obligatory pushing-the-tower photo. We then hit the beach, splashed in the warm ocean, worked on our tan then came back and joined others at the hostel for a meter and a half of pizza.
Today we headed to Florence and there are so many details I'd like to share, but they will have to wait for my return, when I have more time and a few less glasses of wine.
Ciao!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Travel buddies
In just a few short days I'll be boarding a plane off to see an old friend and make a new one.
By friend, I mean England (old friend) and Italy (new friend).
Two years ago when I came home from a year spent living in the U.K., I told myself I'd return in 2009, but I wasn't sure how to make that happen. But as fate would have it, it's happened and the plane is booked and plans are made.
But then as the thoughts of England were twirling in my head, Italy whispered in my ear. It took no convincing to get my friend Clara to agree to holiday in the boot-shaped country.
So things came together better than I thought they would and I put it out of my mind so I wouldn't explode with excitement.
But then June came, then July and now it is only a few days away. I think about other things, but then it pops back into my head and I get as giddy as a school girl.
Yipeeee!!
I'm really going to make an effort to update my blog and post my pictures while traveling, but if not, I hope to have some great stories to share upon my return.
Ciao!
By friend, I mean England (old friend) and Italy (new friend).
Two years ago when I came home from a year spent living in the U.K., I told myself I'd return in 2009, but I wasn't sure how to make that happen. But as fate would have it, it's happened and the plane is booked and plans are made.
But then as the thoughts of England were twirling in my head, Italy whispered in my ear. It took no convincing to get my friend Clara to agree to holiday in the boot-shaped country.
So things came together better than I thought they would and I put it out of my mind so I wouldn't explode with excitement.
But then June came, then July and now it is only a few days away. I think about other things, but then it pops back into my head and I get as giddy as a school girl.
Yipeeee!!
I'm really going to make an effort to update my blog and post my pictures while traveling, but if not, I hope to have some great stories to share upon my return.
Ciao!
Whooosh! There goes July!
I haven't written in ages, but honestly it hasn't felt like that because July has been a blur.
Never has such a period of time flown by so fast and filled with so many ups and downs, but thankfully, will be ending a heck of a lot better than it began!
July began in with my dad in the hospital. The events leading up to his quadruple bypass were a miracle in that they discovered he needed it before anything serious happened, i.e. heart attack or death. While it was emotional, exhausting and terrifying, I can joyously say it was a success and he's home, getting healthy.
I went from being off of work (while Dad was in the hospital) to being at work all the time. This is much of the reason that the month disappeared before I could grasp it. Thanks to a myriad of reasons, I ended up being the only one of several that do the same job at work. So that meant I was clocking in at 4:30 a.m. and clocking out at 6 p.m. Now I know what my editor does every day and am I so glad it was only a short period of time that had an end on the horizon. Also on the horizon is a fat paycheck with loads of over time pay that will arrive in just a few days!
I also helped a friend and co-worker pack-up for a move, got to spend the week with my sister and nieces and nephew, had dinner with my Bible study, and went to friend's going away party at a llama farm, where we stood in a pasture of llamas and I even petted one.
And now it's only a few days until what I've been looking forward to all July - the end! (Because I'm going to Europe, but I'm saving that for another blog.)
Good-bye July and hello August!
Never has such a period of time flown by so fast and filled with so many ups and downs, but thankfully, will be ending a heck of a lot better than it began!
July began in with my dad in the hospital. The events leading up to his quadruple bypass were a miracle in that they discovered he needed it before anything serious happened, i.e. heart attack or death. While it was emotional, exhausting and terrifying, I can joyously say it was a success and he's home, getting healthy.
I went from being off of work (while Dad was in the hospital) to being at work all the time. This is much of the reason that the month disappeared before I could grasp it. Thanks to a myriad of reasons, I ended up being the only one of several that do the same job at work. So that meant I was clocking in at 4:30 a.m. and clocking out at 6 p.m. Now I know what my editor does every day and am I so glad it was only a short period of time that had an end on the horizon. Also on the horizon is a fat paycheck with loads of over time pay that will arrive in just a few days!
I also helped a friend and co-worker pack-up for a move, got to spend the week with my sister and nieces and nephew, had dinner with my Bible study, and went to friend's going away party at a llama farm, where we stood in a pasture of llamas and I even petted one.
And now it's only a few days until what I've been looking forward to all July - the end! (Because I'm going to Europe, but I'm saving that for another blog.)
Good-bye July and hello August!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Goggles and profound thoughts
While at the lake last week, I was savoring the hot day and the cool water. I swam a few laps, read a book, and thought about writing this blog.
There weren't a lot of people at the lake. But there was a large family. (Not large in size, large in number.) Among them were two little girls, who I'm pretty sure were sisters.
Well, one sister was using a pair of goggles and the other was not so patiently waiting to use them.
Their mom told Sister One she had five more minutes. And instead of using those five minutes, she was just begging for more time.
"Mommy! Twenty more minutes! Ten more minutes!"
All to no avail. And while Sister Two nagged her and laughed at her, she just cried and pouted, instead of using her precious five minutes.
I realized then that I must be getting older or more like my mother, because I thought, "You're wasting your time. Just enjoy them while you can."
And then a more profound thought hit me.
How many people in life are always asking for more, and while doing that, are wasting the time they have with what's right in front of them?
More money, more time, more stuff, some things are just never enough.
I decided right then to make a conscious effort to make the best of whatever situation I'm in.
Because when time's up, I don't want to be wishing for those five minutes with the goggles.
There weren't a lot of people at the lake. But there was a large family. (Not large in size, large in number.) Among them were two little girls, who I'm pretty sure were sisters.
Well, one sister was using a pair of goggles and the other was not so patiently waiting to use them.
Their mom told Sister One she had five more minutes. And instead of using those five minutes, she was just begging for more time.
"Mommy! Twenty more minutes! Ten more minutes!"
All to no avail. And while Sister Two nagged her and laughed at her, she just cried and pouted, instead of using her precious five minutes.
I realized then that I must be getting older or more like my mother, because I thought, "You're wasting your time. Just enjoy them while you can."
And then a more profound thought hit me.
How many people in life are always asking for more, and while doing that, are wasting the time they have with what's right in front of them?
More money, more time, more stuff, some things are just never enough.
I decided right then to make a conscious effort to make the best of whatever situation I'm in.
Because when time's up, I don't want to be wishing for those five minutes with the goggles.
Check engine
I hate to say it but I'm one of those stereotypical females that ignores the check engine light on my car.
Once it goes on, I just ignore it, hoping it goes away. It never does.
My check engine light had been on for about two months. Naively, I told myself it was just the gas cap that hadn't been tightened enough, thus triggering the light.
Or it was just a ploy by the car makers to get me to spend some money. They must have set it to go off after x-amount of miles.
Well, they aren't going to fool me.
So I pretended it wasn't there. I drove to Los Angeles. I drove to Sacramento. The light was still on, but my trusty car got me to and fro.
Then I made the mistake of telling my dad.
"You need to get that checked out," he said.
Ugh.
Yesterday, I took it to a friend's who has that trusty device that tells you the problem. And of course, the book didn't have the code. So he just reset the light and I was off.
I drove to work, happy. I drove home from work, mad. That pesky little light was back.
I had done some Internet research, and turns out the code wasn't a small thing. It was rare - yay me. But expensive.
So naturally I over react, imagining I'm going to have to promise the repairman my first child.
I scream how I hate my car and I never wanted it in the first place.
But today, I made some phone calls, took my car in. Had the computer replaced. And didn't pay anything.
Now I feel a bit foolish about panicking before I knew the results. But I also feel relieved! Hooray!
My car and I definitely have a love-hate relationship. Yesterday I hated it. Today, I love it.
Kind of.
Once it goes on, I just ignore it, hoping it goes away. It never does.
My check engine light had been on for about two months. Naively, I told myself it was just the gas cap that hadn't been tightened enough, thus triggering the light.
Or it was just a ploy by the car makers to get me to spend some money. They must have set it to go off after x-amount of miles.
Well, they aren't going to fool me.
So I pretended it wasn't there. I drove to Los Angeles. I drove to Sacramento. The light was still on, but my trusty car got me to and fro.
Then I made the mistake of telling my dad.
"You need to get that checked out," he said.
Ugh.
Yesterday, I took it to a friend's who has that trusty device that tells you the problem. And of course, the book didn't have the code. So he just reset the light and I was off.
I drove to work, happy. I drove home from work, mad. That pesky little light was back.
I had done some Internet research, and turns out the code wasn't a small thing. It was rare - yay me. But expensive.
So naturally I over react, imagining I'm going to have to promise the repairman my first child.
I scream how I hate my car and I never wanted it in the first place.
But today, I made some phone calls, took my car in. Had the computer replaced. And didn't pay anything.
Now I feel a bit foolish about panicking before I knew the results. But I also feel relieved! Hooray!
My car and I definitely have a love-hate relationship. Yesterday I hated it. Today, I love it.
Kind of.
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