Tonight, for the first time in my life, I watched Sixteen Candles. Yes, that Sixteen Candles, the one that is nearly as old as I am. What can I say? John Hughes was not part of my growing-up movie repertoire. I realize this probably means that they’ll revoke my girl card, but there you have it: I am nothing if not honest.
Now, I’ll admit freely that the movie didn’t have my full attention. I needed something going while making applesauce — it seems my preserving for the year isn’t quite done yet! — and that seemed like a good candidate. In spite of the sauce-making, however, I definitely got into the film and I have to say… I liked it. Aside from the fact that Molly Ringwald’s crush is impossibly sweet (and pretty cute), and that Anthony Michael Hall’s dialogue is priceless, I really liked this movie because of one detail: it all came about because she wrote down her wish, and gave it to the universe.
I realize that John Hughes probably didn’t have that in mind when he had everyone doodling away in homeroom, or whatever, but it’s how I choose to see it.
The idea isn’t new: feng shui has long touted the power of the written wish (or goal), and monks in Tibet used to write their prayers and then burn them, letting the smoke carry the words up to the gods. In less far-flung realms, Zuzka wrote about something similar recently too, and I really liked her take of meeting the universe halfway with her wishes. Basically it had all been sort of stewing in my head for a little while, and just kind of came together really nicely for me tonight in the movie. (Which is ridiculous really; Molly’s character doesn’t meet the universe halfway at all. But such are the charms of the teen-oriented chick flick I suppose.)
So, Internets, what have you been wishing for that the universe should hear about? Boringly, my thoughts have been completely occupied of late with work projects that need tidying up, and the myriad details on the home front that seem to all be bubbling up at a very inconvenient time. Still, if I were to send up a wish, it’d be an easy one: I wish everyone in our family the strength and courage they need right now, and hope that in the coming weeks they be kept safe and healthy. I don’t know what to offer the universe for my end of the bargain, but I’ll throw it out there anyway.
On a completely unrelated note I have accepted that I most likely won’t be able to do NaNoWriMo this year, and that rather than try in a half-assed fashion, and end up with 2300 words worth of horrific drivel, I’ve instead signed myself up for NaBloPoMo.
I feel no shame in telling you that I fully intend to pre-schedule some posts; November 3rd, for example, The Boy and I are losing entirely, due to crossing the date line, and I’m not entirely sure how prevalent free wireless will be down there, so it seems wise to assume there’ll be a few hiccups.
With that said, I am looking forward to the challenge since, as you might have noticed, steady posting hasn’t really been a trait of mine. I am foolishly hopeful that I’ll be able to edit and post some pictures as we trek about, but… if I’m being realistic, that is very unlikely to keep up after the first few days. Still. We’ll see how it all goes. Six more sleeps!