I don’t have a favorite movie. Not really. Well, OK. I do have a few … but none of them fall into the most uplifting category (think Mississippi Burning, Shawshank Redemption, On the Waterfront—yea, I’m one of those). But still, even though I have a tendency to watch more “in-depth” shall we say, movies then typically pop up on a watch list, I still love all kinds of movies. And I love the thought of getting lost in one …
I mean where else can you jump out of an airplane (sans parachute) and live? Or run naked through a rainforest, be alive during the Renaissance, scale over the top of the Himalayas, be loved by a pirate? Where can you sail with Vikings, fly to the moon, run on a beach with Sebastian Coe, be fed by Julia Child, meet Nelson Mandela, shoot a love scene with a man in a flight suit …
And maybe that’s why I’ve always loved movies—because they let us try on lives we’ll never live, feel things we may never feel, and step into worlds we’ll never actually touch.
But every once in a while, real life hands me a moment that feels like it was ripped straight from a script. For me, it wasn’t dramatic or dangerous—no pirates, no flight suits, no Renaissance gowns. It was simply this: the quiet, electric feeling of standing on the edge of something unknown and wanting to leap anyway.
That’s my movie moment. The one where the music swells, the camera pulls back, and the character—me—considers the impossible.
And if I ever did befriend a genie in a bottle, I’d ask him to transport me straight into Close Encounters of the Third Kind so I could step onto that giant spaceship as it pulls away… with one caveat: a return‑to‑Earth card tucked neatly into my pocket. A card I may or may not use especially if there’s a nice beach, a few friendly pirates, or a man in a flight suit waiting on the other side lol.
Today’s post inspired by the WordPress daily prompt: What’s a moment in your life that felt like it was straight out of a movie? As for the images … let me explain. My husband thinks it’s new calling to create AI images of me from different eras. Yea. That’s right. And he’s all mine : )
DISCLAIMER: These are my personal experiences and opinions. Nothing here is medical, nutritional, or therapeutic advice. Also, I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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