September 17, 2014 14 Comments
There’s an episode in The Office that’s kind of somber. It’s when Michael Scott shows a video of himself as a kid as a guest on a popular children’s show. In it, the puppet-host asks him what he hopes to be when he grows up.
The young Michael Scott, with suite and a neat comb-over, answers, “I want to get married and have a hundred kids so I can have a hundred friends and no one can say no to being my friend.”
Well, this depresses the grown Michael Scott because he’s not married, has no kids, and no one really wants to be his friend.
We all have expectations when we’re young, right?
We were building bucket lists even before Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman coined the term.
I had things that I was supposed to have accomplished by this time. Here’s a few of them:
1. I was supposed to have won my third Academy Award for best director and actor and screen writer.
2. I was supposed to be a bestselling author and on a first-name basis with Michael Crichton.
3. By now I was supposed to have saved a bunch of people from a mad terrorist and be headlined as a hero on the front page of every newspaper for years.
4. I was supposed to have finally found the perfect hairstyle for my thinning hair; but then again, my hair wasn’t supposed to thin at all.
5. I was supposed to have found the best pizza in the world – one so good that I would never want a slice from any other place ever again. And then I was to learn to replicate it at home.
6. I was supposed to have made it through Lost without burning out.
Even though there’s a lot of things I haven’t done in my life, and breaking into Hollywood isn’t as easy as I thought it would be, I have to stop and remember the things that I have accomplished.
I’m married to a beautiful woman. Check.
I have an awesome baby girl (though she’s not a silent baby like I was hoping for). Still, check.
I have two dogs.
I’m a homeowner.
So yeah, I’m at least still writing, and haven’t given up on becoming a bestselling author, and I’ll probably eventually get back to Lost someday, but it seems like I’ve got all the important things accomplished.
Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to take a music break and listen to Montgomery Gentry’s “Something to Be Proud Of”