When in DC at my sister's place, we watched The Family Man (starring Nicolas Cage) on tv.
And ever since, I've had the Talking Heads in my head:
"And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself — Well... How did I get here?"
The movie is sticking to me like toilet paper. It's not particularly good, but I can't shake it. It shows me the matrix of my life.
How the hell did I get here? and is this where I wanted to go? Sometimes I think about the choices I've made, leaving the coolest job ever to live with my love in another (much cooler) city, not working (ya right, that's a sacrifice) to stay with baby. Peanuts. It's not like I ever had clearly defined ambitions. Vague ones like being rich and famous, sure...
And here we are.
There is no dress rehearsal for life...