Sorry, I’ve been lax about my blog as I struggle to get my rhythm. The last few days I’ve also been indulging in a self-pity party that things didn’t take off when I landed as fast as I hoped.
Friday night I went to the children’s movie, Bridge to Tarabithia. Oh. My. God. NOT a children’s movie. At least not in the imaginations and magical way I was expecting. I was sobbing through the last 30 minutes of the movie and all the children around me were absolutely SILENT. I cried most of the way home to St. Mary’s whereupon I had to explain to the people in the living room, “My face is red and my eyes are swollen because… I went to see a kid’s movie.”
It’s still a good movie – just don’t go with the expectation of being carried to a magical land with grand adventures, and take Kleenex.
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