Woke up kinda early this morning. Well, early is relative I guess. It was 8:30, but yesterday I got up at 3:30... so I guess you could say I got to sleep in today. Off for the fourth of July holiday. I have to admit I'm not the most patriotic of persons, but I do like this weekend. Just because it gives people the chance to slow down and enjoy summer for a little bit. When we were kids, everyday got to be about this. The sun, the water, the bicycles, the playgrounds, the beach... the friendships. Now we just work and squeeze the fun in somehow. Fun usually replaces sleep for me. Not healthy.
Tuesday night I saw Mat Kearney at the Bluebird. So many people crammed into that very tiny venue. He was magical, though. He played all of my favorites from his new album, which I has been in a constant rotation in my car on my way to work and back. Can't get enough of it or the new Snow Patrol cd. The new Mrs. Morgan came to the show with me and we had so much fun enjoying the music and laughing at the stupid people who kept getting in our way.
This morning I woke up and turned on Pollyanna, which is an old movie starring Haylie Mills. And I have this problem when I watch these dramatic movies, because I always want it to stay happy. Pollyanna is climbing that tree to sneak back into her bedroom, and I know she's going to fall. But at the same time, all I'm thinking is... "I don't want her to fall." Like I don't already know that everything is going to turn out okay. I want the happiness without the uphill battle, I want it all to be alright all of the time.
You know the movie is just a metaphor for my life... right?
