The choices you make in life...

I just got finished watching The Devil Wears Prada with my sister and I'd be totally remiss if I didn't say that it made me think really hard about the decisions I've made in life to this point. The script was very well written because nothing, the details of the story and where was it leading to, was really handed to me and it had something that all great dramas contain - something that will force a character to make a decision.

I started work at this really awesome company and I'll be honest and say that I started really missing my old job. I miss everyone terrible. I missed the cafeteria... the work... the people I work with, especially my team. I began to question if I made the right decision. If I had the chance to go back I would've taken it in a heartbeat and wave a magical wand to make everyone forget that I left in the first place... but alas, what was done was done. But I had my doubts about what I had done. I made a terrible mistake, I told myself. I worked for one of the coolest places, by name, and I left. What did I do?

However, after watching this movie, it became clear. I made the right decision FOR ME and THIS TIME. Like Andy (Andrea) I felt like I was putting myself in that position of putting work in front of everything I loved. My family, my friends, and my art. I wanted to excel at pleasing everyone there, that I felt that the only way to achieve this was to put those other things aside. And after 3 really good years, I did. I continuously made choice after choice to work extra hard to make my company look good. And I was, and still am, very proud of everything I accomplished there. Yet, I lost myself. Plain and simple.

These last couple of weeks have been the best in a long time. I spent time with the greatest people I know. The ones who make me appreciate life beyond any comprehensible meaning of the word love. Since returning from an aloha holiday, I've rediscovered the joy of hearing sounds of laughter as each hit of a pinata created the frenzied anticipation of unpirated bootie of tootsie rolls and perverted matchbook covers sprawl on a garage floor. Spending time with ones sharing memories upon memories that seemed like yesterday over some serious grub, aka sushi, dim sum, and starbucks, not necessarily in that combination or order. My love for movies has finally returned since the comatose induced dread of watching Rush Hour 3 thanks to a spunky 16 year old who waggled a whizzed-on preggo stick in a rad flick named Juno. Add on to this current revolution of me, I proudly witnessed my brother's directorial staging of Angels in America. In short... life is good again and I feel parts of me are starting to gather in reconciliation.

Decisions. I've had to make a couple of hard ones lately, and the justifying outcome of them is not necessarily in their results, but rather that those choices were made with the conviction of what I know was right in here. *pointing at my heart*