So... alas... Here I am. Gatsby needs to go outside for a pee pee. (I need to stay inside for one :) But I shall keep my word and blog quickly!
I drove to The Mann's Chinese Theater in Hollywood, in front of which I passed Michael Jackson's star on the Walk of Fame and saw a girl kneeling down to smile near his name as her friend snapped a photo...
And I ambled up the stairs to the 9:20pm screening where I met my friend Jade for this movie I've been hearing sooo much about -- mainly because I wanted to watch Sandra Bullock. I wanted to see what won her the Golden Globe. I wanted to witness a piece of her magical, record-breaking career. And she was ON FIRE. What an f-in performance! I LOVED the movie. And I know that there are cynical types out there, perhaps some scowling hipsters who are thinking, "That's such a cute movie." But the thing is -- it's a TRUE story. And beautifully written and directed. Understated performances. The lead was fantastic as well -- so difficult to be quiet in a role and still commanding, endearing. And he absolutely was.
And it inspired me. Because this was a story of each person in that house -- including Michael (the African American boy they take in) -- going beyond what made them comfortable -- in an effort to help someone else out. In order to love. And ultimately they all became more extraordinary human beings as a result of pushing themselves. Of pushing each other. Of going beyond what is expected. And loving.
Yep, this was my day. About seeing this movie. And also, I am SO digging reaching out to college professors on facebook, prep school teachers and friends, playwrights, ex-boy friends... Daily I am doing it. Why? I am streeeeetttttccchhhiiinnnggg myself. I am making myself uncomfortable. I am looking out for my own blind side. And I going for it.
Love. Love. Love.