Oh, I guess I should warn you lot that this is gonna be one of those posts. Ya know the ones where you’re feeling entirely too honest for your own good and really have no business writing down anything you’re thinking let alone posting it on the world wide web? I’m sure I’ll be up at the break of dawn running to my computer and pressing the delete button. But for now, my mood is one of recklessness and blind faith that my refreshing honesty will wow you all into realizing how brilliant I am…
Anyway, where does this throwing caution to the wind attitude suddenly come from? I just finished watching Bridget Jones’s Diary. It was on the “tele”. Ha! I’ve seen it before, of course, but since my family was in bed and I had a mountain of laundry to fold I watched it again. And I am now feeling empowered to be me…just the way I am. I love it when Mark Darcy says to Bridget: “I like you…just as you are.” And then it cut to Bridget with her friends and they’re in shock after hearing what he said to her. “You mean. Just the way you are. Not thinner. Or with bigger breasts.” Oh yes. I sounded very wise indeed (in my last post) saying that I make daily intentions. The truth is that I’ve done that once or twice. As for the rest of my days? I wake up and stumble through the day.I’d love to live my life intentionally and set well thought-out goals. To live my life consciously. I’ve read the books. I’ve watched Oprah. I even listen to her now on my XM radio. I’m listening to The Secret as well and feel inspired. I know what I’m supposed to do and even manage to do it sometimes. But. Most of the time I wibble and wobble my way through life’s big and small decisions.
But maybe that’s okay. The world is full of messages to be more of this or that. And I want to be more. Oh yessss. Gotta have them goals, right? But it’s sad in that clip of Bridget and Mark when she says she feels like an idiot most of the time. I can relate. Can’t a lot of us? For those who can’t? Wellll, good – for – you.
I can’t close this without including that classic final scene from Bridget Jones when she’s running down the street in her underwear. Warning though. It’s over six minutes long.