In 1988 I was a new college grad. And a Newly Wed. I dreamed of "being someone." Maybe being Mrs. Someone. And being Mrs. Career Someone. They were big dreams.
I remember going to see a movie. Working Girl. C'Mon you remember.Meg Ryan Melanie Griffin (I have been corrected) (a little chubby?) Harrison Ford (a little skinny) Signourney Weaver (awesomely bitchy).
And I remember thinking I could definitely do That. I could Be Someone.
Fast forward 23 years. I married (maybe I was married when I saw that movie - I was definitely at least engaged). I had two awesomely perfect children. I went to law school. I divorced. I chucked my law career at the Big DC Firm and moved South to be with the Most Perfect Boyfriend.
He's away tonight on business. And Netflix reunited me with Working Girl. And reunited me with Me. I remember seeing that movie in the 80's. I remember the dreams. And as I look around my cute beach house, with my nice stuff, with my knowledge of manners and etiquette and having all the right champagne and wine glasses, wearing the Right suits and owning ridiculous amounts of shoes, I realize something.
I am blessed. I have Made It.
Wait - that sounds ridiculously materialistic. It's not the Stuff. Believe me, I have ditched truckloads of Stuff this past year. And I am so ready to ditch more of it. NO it's not Stuff. It's being Me. Being the person I dreamed I could be when I was 5 and wanted to be a lawyer. Being the survivor I dreamed of when I was 30 with two 3 year olds living in a foreign country and facing a man who never loved me. When I was 35 and walked across the graduation stage #3 in my class, with my awesome parents and entire extended family cheering me on.
I amMeg Ryan Melanie Griffin in Working Girl.
What, tell me you can't see the resemblance?!!!
I remember going to see a movie. Working Girl. C'Mon you remember.
And I remember thinking I could definitely do That. I could Be Someone.
Fast forward 23 years. I married (maybe I was married when I saw that movie - I was definitely at least engaged). I had two awesomely perfect children. I went to law school. I divorced. I chucked my law career at the Big DC Firm and moved South to be with the Most Perfect Boyfriend.
He's away tonight on business. And Netflix reunited me with Working Girl. And reunited me with Me. I remember seeing that movie in the 80's. I remember the dreams. And as I look around my cute beach house, with my nice stuff, with my knowledge of manners and etiquette and having all the right champagne and wine glasses, wearing the Right suits and owning ridiculous amounts of shoes, I realize something.
I am blessed. I have Made It.
Wait - that sounds ridiculously materialistic. It's not the Stuff. Believe me, I have ditched truckloads of Stuff this past year. And I am so ready to ditch more of it. NO it's not Stuff. It's being Me. Being the person I dreamed I could be when I was 5 and wanted to be a lawyer. Being the survivor I dreamed of when I was 30 with two 3 year olds living in a foreign country and facing a man who never loved me. When I was 35 and walked across the graduation stage #3 in my class, with my awesome parents and entire extended family cheering me on.
I am
What, tell me you can't see the resemblance?!!!
