January 8, 2017
I come from a long line of Hollywood enthusiasts, People magazine subscribers, slightly obsessed with the Kennedys, and Entertainment Tonight viewers. And tonight at 9:16 I decided to turn off the Golden Globes. Yes, the kickoff evening of award show three hour entertainment. The trifecta of film, television, and music. I don’t know if it was the show or it was me. At 46, I tend to go to bed a bit earlier these days, but I also can channel my inner night owl for an evening project or good baseball game.
I have yet to see all of the films nominated. My sister wanted to see La La Land on New Years Day, but she let me choose and I love Will Smith, so Collateral Beauty it was. (more on that later…)
I remember sometime early in therapy showing up for my Monday morning appointment feeling inspired and pretty crappy having watched the Golden Globes the night before. I can’t tell you what year it was. Maybe 1999? 2000? I have no idea what the successful projects or artists were that year. There definitely was no Facebook or Twitter or camera on my phone. And the predominant topic on my mind was WHAT THE HECK WAS I DOING WITH MY LIFE? Me here, them there, and a very large GAP in between. I often remember what angel/therapist Annette said or what she asked. No clue as I try to recall tonight which makes me smile. It’s all relative these speed bumps and detours we have or encounter along the way.
And tonight while I was happy to tune in, scratch my head at Jimmy Fallon’s opening number (I know, I haven’t seen La La Land yet nor have I taken down my decorations!) I can’t help but ask who DOESN’T use Botox or other magical elixir enhancements to greet the warm lights of the live camera? Then, click, I turn off the television.
I enjoy art and the experience it evokes. Today I am living my life in the cold ass tundra of Boston, MA. I went to church this morning in my thrift store treasure army green LL bean down stadium jacket. I announced the new book club selection for the monthly spiritual book club I was encouraged to start. And as I spoke the words, “this is my very first announcement ever here in this place,” I was greeted with some cheers and applause from my new tribe.
And while it isn’t the Beverly Hilton, it’s home. They are my people and I am excited about the work and project and saying yes. Out of my comfort zone. Trusting that God and the universe will bring together exactly the cast and crew meant to be there.
Tonight I am content in my sweatpants wrapped in the afghan my grandmother made. I do wish a table from the Golden Globe participants would consider a field study in Brookline to see and meet the amazing group of folks working hard to raise enough money in a capital campaign to restore the church tower, fix the ailing organ, and make necessary physical improvements to the space where all are welcome. I know they have their passions, causes, and good works, but I’m just sayin. Because it is what I am thinking about and asking for abundance for. And I know those dresses demand a big budget.
A dear friend recently posted on her FB page that before you are old and wise, you must first be young and stupid. And I smile again because I never thought I’d be as excited for old and wise on its way.
I love the movies. I was raised on the movies and musicals and Motown. I love stories and people. Especially stories about real people. I love characters who become real amidst the chaos of life and the news. Good and bad. Today and tonight, in the midst of winter I found in me an invinceable summer. An okay, this story of me: swell. S’wonderful. S’marvelous. And thank you to the Hollywood Foreign Press. Just because. I’m praying hard that the bells in Brookline will ring again.
PS…Matt Damon, Affleck brothers, Wahlbergs, Jimmy Fallon on your way up to the lake?! I invite you for a Sunday morning tour of an amazing place doing good work in an historic building that needs some TLC to keep up with the goodness going on inside.0