It's always remarkable how moods can change. One minute you are up the other down. Writing no matter what mood you're in. I should try that some time...
I really don't know what I am waiting for... A little sentimental now... Watched Finding Neverland today... Cried my eyes out at the scenes in the theatre with the children watching the play and getting the adults with them. Genius:) Like Dustin Hoffman says.
It makes me long for the lands of my imagination even more. Just still afraid to jump right into it. But I am not giving up. The day will come when it comes pooring out of me. For now I just have to ponder upon why I can't manage to sit down and write the stories that I know are hiding inside of me. I will keep on searching for that story that just have to be told... I just have to believe...
Now that is hopeful, isn't it?;)
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I cried so hard when I watched that movie!!! I loved it.
I like the idea of how simple it can be. Pushing away all the complications we give it as we grow up and just remembering what it's like to just do something the way we want. When I was a kid, I have a lot of odd-ball memories of what I liked))) And I just went after them, even though I was even a perfectionist even then. . .
I remember I loved to play librarian, teacher, and writer. I loved to be outdoors, loved huge rocks, snow, and any forms of water. Water fascinated me. I loved to make things, but they usually never came out the way i wanted them to. Loved stories. Books. Movies. Loved acting them out. I liked romantic cartoons like Beauty and the Beast and the Little Mermaid. :)
I wonder what you liked. Maybe the kids in us haven't changed so much. Maybe all we're waiting for is the time when we can make it simple again. . .
I was very curious as a child, and always capable to entertain myself if I had to. Making up stories and being in situations. I remember playing hotel:) Having stars coming to stay there. The ones I liked. It is strange because when I was young, I mostly liked musicians. Now I am more focused on actors. (And the occasional athlete Sagittarius...) Lol. What does that say)))
And as a child we always did some kind of role play. I remember that in kindergarten, I loved to be Pippi Longstockings. She was my ultimate childhood hero. There once was this girl who challenged me in being Pippi because she had a bigger "Nelson" than me, but after a couple of weeks, I managed to regain the position as Pippi.
I am getting to thinking now... Those characters I loved always was outsiders. I loved Penny in Bernard and Bianca. And Annie. There was also this other character by Astrid Lindgren, Emil, he had a sister called Ida, and in one episode Emil hoist Ida up in a flagstaff. I so wanted to hang on the top of a flagstaff! I still can't look at one without thinking about it:) And in Annie, I always pretended to hang out over that bridge.
Three of my childhood "heroes" were orphans... Though Pippi's father was a pirat, and a king for some island far far away.
And funnily enough, I thought about those speeches I used to make on New Year's Eve, just before the new year would begin. Stepping aside from everyone, talking to myself and saying my goodbyes...
Maybe we do need to remember our childhoods more:)
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