Call it a new year. Call it a love for “How I Met Your Mother.” Or just call it stupid. Anyway you want to call it, it can’t necessarily be called how its seen.
I never really had the time to sit down and think about my new years resolution. A month into 2012 and I still haven’t. The past 12 months have been a whirlwind of changes that blew through my life. Yet, no matter how things seem to change, there’s always one thing that always fights to remain the same. It has nothing to do with how I wish my life would find order. In fact, I feel that my life has finally found satisfaction in many aspects I felt weren’t.
As 2012 hits the ground running, I am very optimistic about the changes to come in the next few months. Having my own place again is something I’m looking forward to. Not having to commute over 1000 miles to work looks to improve my quality of life. A move within my company which I consider a personal promotion is a huge motivation. The Chicago Bulls are 16-3. Overall, it’s looking beautiful!
However, I do feel like there’s a part of me that has been lost. Or maybe not lost, but just tucked away beneath a facade I’ve grown accustomed to show off. Either way, I think I’ve forgotten a part of who I am. Additionally, I think a lot of people in my life don’t understand that part of who I am.
There’s a show on television I’ve started to hold dear to my heart called “How I Met Your Mother.” On it, the main character, Ted Mosby, is telling the tale of how he met his future wife. Throughout the group’s hilarious antics, there is also a main theme of hopeless romanticism that connects to me on a more personal note than any before. The similarities between myself and Ted are pretty uncanny. The point of this entry isn’t to boast about how I’m represented as a television character to the tee or as a shameless plug for an amazing show. My point is to tell anyone who cares or anyone who is interested that I am who I am. For those not interested, you can stop reading at this point.
Still here?
It’s important for you to know that I haven’t changed the part of me who believes in that crazy romantic love story that all of us wish to have. I’m also not going to change the person I am to accommodate you just to make the puzzle piece fit. I’m a flight attendant. I enjoy Star Wars. I love going to theme parks when I have days off. I’m a movie buff. I like an occasional cocktail made with Ciroc. I love to take spontaneous trips whenever I feel the need to take advantage of my flight benefits. I believe you can love more than one person, but there is a person you should be spending the rest of your life with. I kiss on the first date if I can hear Sebastian the Crab singing next to our boat. I take chances and risks that may not be smart at the time, but it’s just viewed as another life lesson. I’m the one who wonders how they are getting married before I am, but couldn’t be more happy for them. I’m the person you should give a chance to, but doesn’t. I’m the one who suits up to be the wingman, but knows what it is that I truly desire. I’m not settling. I don’t want you to tolerate me; just sincerely like me and the dumb, nerdy, cheesy things that make me. I’m a hopeless romantic. Every failure I can move on from brings me one step closer to the success of my dreams.
Sure. I’m young. That doesn’t mean I’m getting any younger and it doesn’t mean I should be out there just because society says it’s acceptable. There’s a happiness I’m secretly seeking. In the mean time, of course I’m going to enjoy every minute of life with the people I love. All the people I can call my true friends and the family I can count on with my life are the ones who do a good job filling that void and keeping me busy. On the other hand, I’m still a hopeless romantic…
Robin: “You stole a blue French horn for me.”
Ted: “I would have stolen you a whole orchestra.”
Stay tuned…
