My life doesn't resemble Carrie Bradshaw’s at all. Okay so I'm single, and Carrie was single.
But we look nothing alike.
Well, maybe a teeny, tiny, bit, if I was maybe fifty pounds lighter and had blue eyes.
But...I don’t live in New York City in an awesome apartment. I live in Miami in a house. It's a nice house, so I'm not complaining. Just stating the obvious.
I also don’t have her killer shoes, although I do have a nice collection of shoes in my closet.
I don’t have three awesome friends who offer me advice, support, and encouragement when I need it, ask for it, or when they just want to dish it out.
No, I’m not the uni bomber or antisocial. I just don’t have THOSE friends.
Nor do I have Carrie’s men.
Nope, no Mr. Big with me. (They make such a cute couple, don't they?)
Nor have I had an Aiden. And boy was Aiden just amazing, perfect, and so swoony.
I loved Aiden. He might not have been perfect for Carrie, but he certainly was perfect for me.
I think it's time Ana got her groove back.
Maybe I bonded with Carrie over horrible ways of getting “dumped”.
Berger used a post-it note. A post-it. Me…I had a text message. Text Message. At least have the decency...
Well, that’s a post for another time.
Now that we've established that I’m nothing like Carrie Bradshaw. Well maybe just maybe in a very skinny future or past, I might have possibly looked a teeny tiny bit like her from a very far distance...or not.
No one can argue that we both share crappy break up stories. Other than that, we’re nothing alike.
So back to what I was saying. I can get so easily distracted. Darn these tangents.
Every night before I go to bed, I hear the theme of Sex in The City play in my head (Doesn't everyone?)
The images of the day run through my mind, and I check-off all the major events.
- Got Alberto to school late...check
- Forgot to brush my hair...check
- Plot chapter while driving...check
- Went to the office...check
- Caught up with all my friends on FaceBook...check
- Vowed to jump on the treadmill...check
- Actually exercised...work in progress
- Made sure to feed Samson and let him out...check
- Spend some time writing and reading....check
- Blessed to be a mom...check
Then, I vow to make tomorrow better, and swear to myself that we won't be late again.
I may not be Carrie Bradshaw, but I'm me.
I’m a dreamer, a writer, and a hopeless romantic that believes in her happily ever after. Hmm, maybe Carrie and I have more in common than I thought.