Once in awhile, I wish my life could be magically transformed into a movie.
Naturally I'm well aware that our daily drudgery is not supposed to mirror the manipulated images we absorb in cinema, but a girl can dream.
When I'm really struggling with implementing change or newness into my daily routine, I wish that, instead of actually having to trudge through all the complicated awkwardness, I could just watch a short montage of myself, failing a few times and laughing at myself, then ultimately easing into the change with a seamless grace.
When confronted with a difficult conversation, I want a screenwriter to compose the perfect monologue I could deliver with just the right diction and emotive effects.
When my thoughts feel too convoluted to streamline into words, I want a voice-over to pluck out the most important ones and speak them aloud.
When my spirit is elevated to an unusual level of elation, I want the perfect jubilant symphony to accompany me as a personal soundtrack.
Perhaps these wishes indicate that I am a true "dreamer."
Or maybe I've just seen too many movies.
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