April 27, 2011
Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Pretty Woman, West Side Story…
Hollywood bit me at an early age. The hope of a passionate scene (on a fire escape) with me cast in the leading lady role has endured for decades.
I live on the 11th floor of a building. Even Daddy Longlegs ain’t gonna get to me and I like it that way. For now.
As eager as I was to find Mr Perfect in my 20’s, my brain said, “Not yet! I have things to do. I am not yet the person who will catch that guy’s eye and hold his attention.”
Now I think, “What a catch I am!”
But an alarm sounds in my brain, “Not yet!”
This is my time. Many doors have closed but a sparkle remains and up on the roof I only have to wish to make it so.