I find myself on a Monday night sobbing prettily at the movie Becoming Jane, crying at various points throughout the movie, but sobbing at the end. Shedding tears when Cassandra's fiance dies, when Jane and Tom kiss for the first time, when they decide to run away. But at the end, sobbing at the postscript, which tells us that Jane and her sister Cassandra never marry. And I think that if freaking JANE AUSTEN with all her brilliance never gets married, then what chance in hell frozen over do I have? I mean, REALLY. It's the most lovely (may I be honest? I could lick James McAvoy right off a plate) and yet painful movie I have seen. Or I guess that I could see in my present state -ah, the state of ultimate dissatisfaction with said-present-state. How depressing is it to think that I'm probably a good TEN YEARS past Jane's state of despair and lost hope.
So this is likely the wine talking. And sobbing. But I have to go to work tomorrow. And face my summative review with my principal (scary, her nickname is Darth Vader) - yeah - this movie is insanely too close to my sensitive spot right now. AND have I mentioned that I haven't slept properly in two weeks? That will tend to f- you up - I'm on my fourth sleep aid currently, and I hope that this one will work.
Where is he?
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A wise friend once told me that in moments such as this what was required was not advice giving or chiding or trying to get you to move to another space but rather, what she called "walk beside me" empathy.
So that is what I have today. No sage words or arguments or suggestions of another emotional place to visit...just this hand and this shoulder and this ear.
Oh and I forgot this too...I think you're wonderful.
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