Sex and the City is my new favorite
I want to be Carrie Bradshaw. In fact, as I type this, I can imagine hearing her say it like she does when she types her column. And now for the big finish, the question she always asks. This is the part where we see the words on the screen. Is there really meaning to life? Do we always have to learn a lesson from a past relationship? Does everything happen for a reason?
Does everything happen for a reason? Let's ponder that for a few minutes. Sure, if Charlotte hadn't married Trey, she wouldn't have gotten divorced, met her divorce lawyer, Harry, gotten married again and lived happily ever after. But, does that only happen in tv shows/movies/fairy tales?
The real lesson I learned from Carrie tonight however was not the meaning of life or how much Manolos cost ($485 plus tax), but that being single is a celebration of yourself everyday. I have come to terms with being single. It's not a bad thing. Yes, I would like to have someone to call at the end of the day - a last call of the day. But, I'm happy. I'm on my own, searching for a career, working 45 hour weeks HAPPY.
I know that wasn't evident last night. I just forgot how happy I am. And it took a few hours of rest and a couple Sex and the City episodes to put me back on the right track. No, I didn't find an answer to the 'what will my major/degree be?' or the 'why am I still single?'. But who needs answers to those when what I have is enough?
I am happy and thankful for my safety net. My friends. Each and every one of them. Whether or not I can count on them to catch me if I'm falling, to make me smile/laugh or to let me down. My friends are all I need right now and that's enough to make me happy.
Does everything happen for a reason? Let's ponder that for a few minutes. Sure, if Charlotte hadn't married Trey, she wouldn't have gotten divorced, met her divorce lawyer, Harry, gotten married again and lived happily ever after. But, does that only happen in tv shows/movies/fairy tales?
The real lesson I learned from Carrie tonight however was not the meaning of life or how much Manolos cost ($485 plus tax), but that being single is a celebration of yourself everyday. I have come to terms with being single. It's not a bad thing. Yes, I would like to have someone to call at the end of the day - a last call of the day. But, I'm happy. I'm on my own, searching for a career, working 45 hour weeks HAPPY.
I know that wasn't evident last night. I just forgot how happy I am. And it took a few hours of rest and a couple Sex and the City episodes to put me back on the right track. No, I didn't find an answer to the 'what will my major/degree be?' or the 'why am I still single?'. But who needs answers to those when what I have is enough?
I am happy and thankful for my safety net. My friends. Each and every one of them. Whether or not I can count on them to catch me if I'm falling, to make me smile/laugh or to let me down. My friends are all I need right now and that's enough to make me happy.