A Room of One's Own

Art imitates life

The last five minutes of my favorite show summed up life for me tonight.

The first 45 minutes or so didn't necessarily drag but you know there something more and that's what you want delivered. And there I am. I was waiting for that big glorious something to happen. It always does and you have to know it's coming. And it did.

It occurred to me that, for me at least, life is like that. We spend a good amount of time getting frustrated with everything going on around us and things beyond our control. We get annoyed. We great aggravated. We want things to just move on. We're done. But we never throw in the towel because we know the big glorious something is out there. We don't know what it is but we know we want it. And now.

I sat on my couch watching that last five minutes. I screamed, then I cheered, then I laughed, then I cried. All in five minutes. That's where life leads us. Big glorious somethings with frustration in between. That five minutes was worth it. My five minutes are going to come. It will make all the current frustrations worth it. I just have faith like that. Call me a crazy, optimistic idealist. I'm okay with that.

Going on record

I want  it to be noted that if Felicity Huffman does not win an Emmy for Desperate Housewives based on last night's episode alone, there is something wrong with the world.