My script

Well, I'll admit it. It takes a little while to dig through my cranial dumpster to find the hidden treasure that is my next post. Makes me laugh at how I'm wired, but it will just have to remain a wonder of God.

A big part of my life, whether useful or not, is the uncanny memorizing of movie/sitcom lines. I don't know how I came about this gift. Maybe I'm meant to be a heavenly archive of great movies and sitcoms for God when I pass. Maybe it's simply because I'm of the Male gender. Whatever the reason is, this gift often times scripts my own life. Every turn reminds me of things like "The soup Nazi" or Scrubs lines or Cartoon theme songs. My wife gives me a little grief about being reminded of lines so often, she thinks that I might be unable to talk about anything else. Sometimes I wonder how perfect some things sound in movies and shows. They apply to everything in life, but when we try and say our own words for our own situations...we fall short or feel like it's not good enough.

We were all reminded of how much we rely on someone else to say our feelings in the movie 500 Days of Summer. A story of a man who works at a greeting card company and, as the story progresses, finds that he is sick of scripting other people's lives. In cards, life is always perfect. Love never hurts. Your sentiments are always just enough and all is right with the world.

The fact of the matter is that we should always choose our own words. Life throws experiences at us that shape who we are and handle situations on our own. All the movie lines are perfect because they have a week, months or years to find the perfect thing to say. In a room with 12 other writers being payed to script a movie. Makes it a lot easier.

But being able to sit with my wife a communicate with her and stumble over my own words is who I am. It's not perfect, it's not always the correct timing. But THAT, my friends, is called life. Don't let others dictate who you are. You be you. I'll be me. And life will be life...wonderful.

My first steps...

Well, here goes! I've never done a blog before. Never really tried to have a constant stream of thought before. Though this may be shocking to some of you who know me as a soft spoken person, at least when it comes to my thought, hopefully this will be worth while and maybe a little fun!

I guess every once in a while I get a little itch to write something. That itch came tonight as I Sat here in the silence of our home, drinking some delicious mint tea and took my shoes off, which I had been wearing since 6o'clock this morning. Listening to the soft, cold wind brush it's way through the trees shared by the sound of our new puppy chewing on her bone. I wondered how it came to be that we are all grown up. Starting our own family in our own home with our own bills and laughter and tears.

I am a firm believer that life moves pretty darn fast and it's in our best interest to stop every now and then and look around or empty your head. Stare off into the distance. Think. Laugh. Wonder. Dream. Count your blessings. Family. Friends. Experiences. I thank God for my best friend whom I can talk to about anything. Anytime. Not doing this on occasion can lead to you losing sight of things that matter. Losing hope. Losing yourself. Losing faith. And losing your inner kid. Because when we stop playing, we start aging.

So here's to YOUR first steps towards living life.