I am Sally...

I've been going through an interesting period of my life lately. I've been sick for the better part of 8 weeks and I've been bitch for the better part of 6, needless to say, I've been a bit testy.  So this weekend I decided to take it all into consideration, figure out my strategy for healing not only my immune system, but my soul too.  Before I started that little journey, I sat down to eat a lovely breakfast I made, after I cleaned up the mess my broken garbage disposal had made all over my kitchen...The licks just keep on coming! When I finally sat down to eat my cold eggs and cold turkey bacon, I turned on the television and found When Harry Met Sally just starting.  I've never really liked this movie, much because when it was released my relation to the 80s had to do with care-bears and my little ponies, not fake orgasms at a diner or defining male/female relationships.  But this time, I gave it a go. And low and behold, holy shit...I AM SALLY!  
(Let's be real, I am also her friend in the movie who will not actually accept reality and will play in the land of make-believe until she gets married.)

But I finally related to Sally. Of course as I am writing this, it is now occurring to me that I'm not actually Sally. I don't have a divorced male friend who I can tell all my secrets to and consider him a "bestie", but I can relate to being single, and not knowing still what I want out of life. I was talking to the closest thing I have to a "Harry" character the other night and found myself saying that I wasn't sure if I wanted the marriage and kids because I have so much freedom being single.  Unfortunately, I don't really take all that much advantage of the freedom. That's another point in my relation to Sally. She was in a relationship that neither wanted to get married nor wanted kids, because they had the freedom to fly off to Rome on a moment's notice or make love on the kitchen floor.  But they never did those things. And neither have I. I flew to Rome last year because my job sent me and the only reason I have been on my kitchen floor lately is to clean up the mess from my garbage disposal. I guess in the mean time before I, if ever, get the marriage and the kids, I should do what I can about spontaneity. I have no intention of doing anything on any floors, but making a trip out of the blue, well, yes, I do see this as a near possibility. Rome..who knows! Georgia? maybe! I'm going to take this Sally on a vacation and do something out of the blue until I meet my Harry. I hope you do the same!