The Romantics

I have realized I am more of a romantic than I previously thought. And there is only one thing to blame.

Hollywood.

So thought it would be fun (for me, and maybe you too) to compile a list of the top five offenders.

5. Circle of Friends - I guess I have a soft spot for the underdog getting the boy. I also have a soft spot for Ireland, and when Chris O'Donnell puts on that faux Irish accent, I'm mush.

4. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen spoke to my soul with her story of two sisters not unlike my sister and I. Erin, being Elinor, full of sense. And me, Marianne, slightly more emotional. Sure, Marianne didn't end up with the charismatic Willoughby, but Colonel Brandon was no slouch either.

3. Meet Me in St. Louis - If only John Truitt was my next door neighbor. The Trolley Song says it all. Nothing beats the moment when you see the person you've been waiting for. And I certainly can relate to not beating around the bush to be noticed. No one has ever accused me of being subtle.

2. Bridget Jones's Diary - Any who knows me knows that Bridget is my hero and like her wouldn't mind someone to like me "just as I am." And like her, preferably it would be Colin Firth.

1. When Harry Met Sally - I'm not too proud to admit there has been more than one New Year's Eve where I've watched this movie. "... when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

All signs point west

I have a lot to look forward to right now. And let me tell you, it's a wonderful feeling.

For a few years now, I feel like I have been in a rut, not quite sure where I was going... and suddenly it seems as those the fog is lifted and I can see a sign pointing "that way."

I still don't know 100 percent what is ahead, but even that is a thrill. Who knows what could happen? I'm going to find out. As along as I expect some good, some bad, I'll be able to cope with whatever is thrown my way. And worst case scenario, I'm not going to die, so why not just go for it?

It's hard to explain to some people when you are acting on faith, that you're not worried when they think you should be.

But as author H. Jackson Brown Jr. says, "Don't be afraid to go out on a limb. That's where the fruit is."

Expectations vs. Reality

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.

Thursday

Here's a blog for blogging's sake.

I'm wide awake and really should be trying to sleep, since I have to work super early tomorrow.

But for some reason I can't.

Maybe it's because I can still hear the kids next door playing outside.

Maybe it's because it's not dark outside.

Or maybe, maybe, it's because 8 p.m. is just too early to go to bed, not matter how early you were up this morning and have to repeat again tomorrow.

There she goes again

It's funny how one idea can spur on to another and then another and soon you're so far from the idea that spurred you on in the first place, it's a completely different thought altogether.

Maybe it's because when you open the door to one possibility, a whole bunch of others pour in too. Possibility doesn't like to travel alone, I guess.

I say this because a random and funny text I received from a friend last week sped up the ever turning thoughts of what direction I should go and sent me barreling forward.

I don't know if anything will come of these ideas, but that's one thing about possibility, it may pull you in a million different directions, and never actually get you anywhere, but at least it's fun to have around.