July 27, 2015

"My beanie baby collection got me nowhere..."

It really did get me nowhere. They're all in my crawlspace. (Thanks, Grandma.)

July 26, 2015


Timing is everything.

I watched the Enlightened pilot when it first aired, but it never stuck. Over and over I kept trying to get past the first episode, eager to find out why it continued to bubble up on must-see lists after it was done. Until yesterday, when it finally stuck.

Starting a now-cancelled show comes with benefits like watching it whenever you want and not having to wait for a new season. (Shaking my fist at you, Veep and Silicon Valley!) But, like everything, there's a downside. A pretty big one.

If you love it, you'll have to live with what you've got. It's over. There are no more episodes. Unless it makes a miraculous comeback which, these days, seems more and more likely with all the reboots and revivals happening. (I mean, Coach?) But ultimately it's over. Gone.

Eight episodes into the only eighteen episodes of Enlightened that exist and I'm hooked. Watching post-treatment Amy Jellicoe try to live a better, healthier life after suffering an on-the-job meltdown is both aggravating and encouraging. She's normal. Imperfect. Making progress and slipping backward. I get it. I'm living it.

Moving forward, sliding back. Feeling like you're getting ahead and then realizing you've been knocked back a couple pegs. It's normal, right? This week, I ended up in a scenario that I later described to my husband as "being kicked square in the balls but managing to stand up straight right away." (Classy, I know.) Getting knocked down and scrambling to get back up, dusted off and ready to go again.

As I watch Amy continually bounce back and forth trying to resolve problems in ways that (mostly) fit with her new enlightened self, I'm encouraged. Growth doesn't come from moving forward. It shows up when you find yourself behind where you think you should be. And when you're picking yourself back up. And when you're choosing where to put your next step.  Always messy. Some times more than others. Always with a choice.

I have terrible timing. But occasionally it's not half bad.