There are movies I will always watch when I find them playing on TV. Love Actually is one of them. I often joke that I must be masochistic to watch it as it is one of the most heart-wrenching and gut punching films out there. But, for whatever reason, I watch it and each time there is something that resonates.
For those of you that haven’t seen it (OMGWHYHAVENTYOUSEENIT?!), I won’t spoil it, but there is a scene where Mark essentially ties a bow on something that has been lingering heavy on his heart.
“Enough. Enough now.”
And, out loud, I said, “Yes.” And exhaled.
Sometimes you need reminding that things either will or they won’t, but if it’s not your decision, then wishing or hoping sometimes is exhausting, and that’s not how wishing and hoping should feel. Enough now.
Elizabeth Taylor with a water pistol. I’m pretty sure I want my life to look like this – and any job to include this kind of whimsy. I just want to know who she shot.
There are a lot of burdens we choose to carry in life – flowers should never be one. Flowers are a cure for them. Flowers in an evening gown on chevron floors is just singular perfection.
I had a biopsy this week on something taken off of my shoulder blade area. There is nothing comforting about having to type or say the word “biopsy”, but, given the location of said incision, perhaps I should get that tattoo I’ve come up with as some sort of war wound or scar cover? Probably not.
In all seriousness, a woman I never knew, but many loved and admired lost a battle with melanoma. Her fight reminded me that getting your skin checked is imperative. I’m glad I did – even if the next 7-10 days will be somewhat sleepless as I wait for my results. Go get yours checked, too.