For all the suck it up I shell out here on Redhead Writing, there’s a Softer Side of Sears. Namely, that’s me. I’m a sap. A certifiable cry at chick flicks, sob when I watch Field of Dreams…well, I’m a crier. Last night was no exception.
My Twitter audience came through with flying colors as I requested that someone pass on my phone number to Colin Firth. Upon hearing he was married, Doyle Albee started a pool to see if I could take his wife in a cage match (and in true friend fashion, he cut me in on 1/2 the action). This didn’t make me cry. It just reminded me that on occasion, I have deluded fantasies that involve incredibly talented and handsome men. Anywhoo…while the Oscars broadcast sucked 83 different kinds of walrus ass this year, there were a few things that made me choke up and on two occasions, let the tears roll:
- Eli Wallach, when he said he didn’t act to live…he lived to act. The little guy stole my heart in The Holiday and I’ve yet to get it back. A prophetic film for him, it turns out. (sobber #1)
- Tom Hooper, director of The King’s Speech (my no-contest, I will arm wrestle you without jello pick for Best Movie), when he added the creamiest cherry on top of any acceptance speech. He shared the story of how his mother found the script for the film…and how it was a lesson to listen to your mother.
- The moment I realized that not only was Trent Reznor nominated for an Oscar for Best Score, but that one of the quirkier, obscure musical talents of my formative years could walk the red carpet and grab a statue. From Nine Inch Nails to Oscar Winner…hope for every goth kid on the planet who’s been told that weird gets you nowhere. Fuck. You.
- The closing number where “Over the Rainbow” (video) was sung by a cherubic herd from Long Island’s PS 22. I’m pretty sure that if that song became the official song of the United Nations, we’d have a lot less inhuman bullshit in this world. (sobber #2)
And so whether you care about Hollywood, panned the Oscars universally or are just someone who clicked on the link to this post from wherever, I want to take a minute to talk about dreams.
Dreams are what should be fueling your business. Your business shouldn’t be killing them. If you can’t wake up each and every day and find your dreams by your side, it’s time to get a new mattress. Dreams should rock you to sleep at night and fuel you for the day ahead. They’re what we hold onto when life kicks us in the nads and steals our lunch money. When we have bad dreams, that’s a pretty good indication that we’ve lost sight of the ones that matter and we need to go find them again.
If you’re not waking up in the morning to see how your dreams play out, you’re doing it wrong. Most of us will never win awards or walk a red carpet for what we do each day. But as you go into your Monday, I’ll send you along with a list I use for myself to make sure that I’m not killing my dreams and letting the voices of the naysayers kill what’s most precious to me. Sure, your list might be different, but the point is: have a list.
- If I find that no one is disagreeing with me, I need a new audience. And more importantly, new friends.
- I’m never too old to skip down the street.
- Poop jokes will always be funny.
- If someone feels I don’t have value or doesn’t want to hire me because of my personality, my ink, my hair, my tits, my unabashed passion, my t-shirts with questionable sayings, my political views or the fact that I thing pink is the best color on the planet – it’s their loss.
- My mother’s smarter than I am and always will be and I should ask her for advice more often.
- It’s okay to cry.
- I’m the most important priority in my life, and if I forget that, it’s everyone else who pays the price.
- At 38, I think pigtails are the best hairstyle ever.
- I love who I am, I love what I do…and if that ever fails to show, I’ve gone and achieved another GFU and have some work to do.
Carry on smartly. In pigtails. While skipping.