you know you love me...
sorry for the silent treatment, gossips. but everyone needs the occasional R&R, even yours truly... a mini vaction can do a lot for one's sanity, but all it takes is one small spring breeze to blow reality right back in your face.
so here i am, blog followers, and i've got a lot on my mind.
i recommend you take a potty break, grab yourself a strong drink, sit back and relax because for the next few minutes of your reading pleasures... signed, sealed and delivered, i'm yours.those of you who know me best know that i have some hermit tendencies. i enjoy living alone. when it comes to phone calls and responding to texts or emails, it's all just too easy for me to simply screen or ignore. and i'm the first to admit that i'm not crazy about committing to specific plans. i like to keep my options open even if that means spending my friday or saturday nights home alone and reading in my pjs. and a day at the beach or a movie matinee by myself makes me very happy. i enjoy the time alone in my head. it lets me think. but sometimes... i'm not alone in my head. i often imagine how much more interesting life could be if a voice followed me around and narrated my life.
ok ok, now before you get all hot and bothered and label me a crazy person... just take a moment to consider the possibility of such wonderfulness. example, morgan freeman's narrating genius in "march of the penguins"... or ewan mcgregor's voice over of thoughts to one of moulin rouge's leading roles ... or how about bob saget's portrayal of ted mosby's future self in the cbs hit show "how i met your mother"... or who can forget about tim allen's narration of the "pure michigan" commercials... just admit it, you know those thoughts intrigue you. now imagine the excitement if you had your own narrator. you know you just paused a moment to think about it... you're probably smirking about it right now, aren't you?... and it's ok. i don't blame you. i've thought long and hard about this myself. sure tim allen's voice would be cool. i mean, he is a michigan native and attended central michigan university, much like myself. and there's no denying that the thought of morgan freeman narrating your life gives you anything less than goosebumps. but for me, i want the gossip girl voice to be my narrator. she's blunt and witty. she's innocent, yet dangerous. not to mention, her charming and mysterious allure that keeps everyone on their toes.
the narrations of my life would foreshadow or give harsh critiques... it'd be fabulous.
let's try this out..............
sometimes in life we hit a crossroads and are forced to choose which path we want to take. and there's no way of knowing if our journey will bring us pleasure or pain...
picture late august 2009. my dad and i have been in the car for almost 40 hours straight. our journey from michigan's upper peninsula is coming to end... we had officially crossed into orange county....
and once we've made our choice, there's no turning back. watch out, OC, i think this could be the beginning of an ugly friendship.
OR...
spotted: A, with her bags packed and headed for a relaxing vacation with old friends..
now, 4 days later that same girl (me) awaits her return flight home... she looks exhausted, her hair is messy and although she's indoors, she doesn't dare remove her sunglasses...
this just in: looks like you can take the girl out of the party but not the party out of the girl.
OR...
say i was faced with the hypothetical situation of my work world falling apart... it's here where the narrator to my life's story would say...
in order to fully transform, we might need to free ourselves of everything we've been holding on to. to send us on our new path. the right one.
now cue up one republic's "good life" to accompany a video montage of me.. i'd be carefree, happy and frolicking around without regret and an overwhelming new sense of calm...
and to those left behind, heed this warning. you reap what you sow. what goes around comes around. no matter how far you run, you can never truly escape. everything catches up to you in the end. and when it does, it usually kicks your ass.
now i have either sparked your curiosity of what life would be like with your own personal narrator (most of you should fall into this category, you are wonderful, you help complete me)... .. OR you're convinced, now more than ever, that i need a serious intervention (and if you find yourself in this category, you're useless to me. farewell and good luck)
but everyone can agree on one thing: tans fade, highlights go dark and we all get sick of sand in our shoes. and the end of this blog means the beginning of another. so we find ourselves looking to the future. and you ain't seen nothin' yet.
until next time, my friends...
no that's not a tear in my eye. it's just allergies. without you, i'm nothing.
XOXO, -Ali