In the Hollywood version of “The Princess Bride”, Westley (the pirate) is resuscitated and brought back to life. He marries his princess Buttercup and they ride off happily into the sunset. Many years ago, when I first read William Goldman’s version of the story he explained that the ending was meant to be quite different. In the real version of the story, Westley dies and there’s nothing to be done.
In his abridgment of this lovely little tale, Goldman learns and passes on a valuable lesson, “Sometimes life is just not fair”. As someone who is used to the proverbial happy ending, I should have taken issue with that ending but at the time, I found some comfort in the fact that someone had finally told the truth. And so like most 21 year olds, I filed that bit of wisdom away for use at a later date.
A few years later, I was walking by a downtown skyscraper when I passed a bag lady holding a sign that read: $1.00 for a piece of my mind. Naturally as I was, and still am to some extent, in a hurry, I thought the sign said $1.00 for peace of mind. I guess you could tell what kind of a day I was having. So, rather than acquiring what I thought was peace of mind through some charitable act…she gave me a piece of her mind with this advice.
“Hey girlie, ain’t no such thing as a Hollywood ending.”
What?! As a newly minted career girl (pre Sex and the City) and someone who was just starting out on her life’s journey, this did not give me peace of mind. Of course I knew she was right but somehow there had to be an exception, at least for me. I had conveniently forgotten William Goldman’s adage on life.
I quickly learned that there were no exceptions, no eleventh hour cavalry rescues, and no knights in shining armor. The truth is that people die, promotions don’t materialize, the castle is drafty and the prince runs off with the scullery maid. In the second act, your job gets outsourced, you gain weight in strategic places, lovers lie and children keep coming home. So much for happily ever after.
Happily Ever After, it’s like one of those Zen koans… there is no there, there. What does that mean? I think too often we make the mistake of believing that happily ever after is a place, a destination, an end point. But it’s not. If as they say, life is a journey, then the best you can hope for are little pit stops of happiness along the way. Are we there yet, we used to ask our parents. No! There is no there, there.
For me life is like a book. It’s one continuous narrative and the best and only thing you can do is to be the author of your own adventures or misadventures, such as the case maybe. Write your own script, don’t let someone else write it for you, make a decision (any decision), if it’s the wrong one, you’ll fix it. Give yourself permission – and don’t let analysis/paralysis rule your life. Fonce*, as my French friends would say.
Of course I came to this realization a bit late in life. But then again I was always something of a late bloomer. In fact, it’s only in the last 5 years, since my divorce, that I’ve been acquiring a new perspective on life. Sometimes it’s fun, other times puzzling and many times it’s damn hard.
I’d like to think I’m a littler bit wiser, rather than worse, for the wear and tear on my soul. And by and large I am. The mistakes are fewer, the pleasures simpler and the “down time” a whole lot less than it used to be.
At the end of the day – I have realized that many of the steps forward you take, you take by yourself. Sometimes you get a little help along the way, that’s why God invented your mother, sisters, daughters and girlfriends. (Sometimes I think God should have quit while he was ahead). And then of course there are those other steps, too … you know, the ones that have you going round in circles or just plain backward. Unfortunately, those steps are yours alone … every single one of them.
The good news is, as a woman you can always stop and ask for directions. But that’s not an easy thing to do especially when you’re trying to show that you’re calm, confident and in control. How can you ask for help when you’re trying to live up to a role that you think everyone expects you to fulfill….that of Wonderful Woman.
That is especially true for me. A lot of people (friends, family members and acquaintances) often tell me they live vicariously through me. And I must admit that on paper it all looks pretty exciting and maybe even a little glamorous. And sometimes it is — but most of the time it’s a lot of work and sometimes it’s a little lonely.
I have traveled the world for my job and have lived in a couple of very lovely cities. My name actually sounds like it belongs to a character in a novel (and I guess in a way it does). But things are not always as they appear and that’s why I decided to write this little memoir – to set the record straight for myself. Because sometimes I am in danger of believing my own press and it’s always better to be humble than to be haughty – it’s a much shorter fall when things don’t work out.
I am now 50. 50! When did that happen? I often think about what Canadian born comedic actress Marie Dressler once said.
By the time we hit fifty, we have learned our hardest lessons. We have found out that only a few things are really important. We have learned to take life seriously, but never ourselves.
Sometimes when things feel a bit overwhelming, as they do now, I try to take Marie’s advice and focus on those things that are really important while not taking myself too seriously. Like Marie, I don’t really want or need the drama. I much prefer a good comedy.
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I have a half an hour wait before they call the flight to DC with a later onward connection to BsAs. I am traveling without my laptop and I must admit I feel a bit naked and a little anxious. I keep reaching for a computer bag that isn’t there. The IT guys didn’t get it back to me on time – so it looks like the universe is ensuring that this is a real vacation. No peaking at emails…or cheating. How quickly work becomes a crutch if we let it. However, I was a bit disappointed because I had planned on using the time to do some writing and some re-writes for the book. All is not lost though as I will make do with computers in the airport lounges and the hotel business center. This is a good way for me to focus on writing and not working. So I say thank you universe.
You know, for a Cafe Girl who’s used to more than her fair share of on-line interest, and friends and family fix-ups, it has been a very dry season. Nothing, niente, nada! Not even coffee in months.
If you live a life in the future perfect, it makes the present tense – Café Girl
Most people believe that relationships are based on chemistry. But in order to see if chemistry or physics work (don’t forget about the laws of attraction) you have to meet enough men to see if there is any chemistry to begin with. So it really starts with mathematics and the laws of probability.
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