Well, guess what? Today is my half birthday! Remember when that used to be such a big deal as a kid. Like when adults would ask you your age and you’d be like “I’m seven and a half!” Because it was vitally important that the adult in question know your exact age. I don’t even know why. Maybe because we have so little else on our minds when we’re little that anything that pertains to ourselves or something that involves sugar gets our instant attention. Now as an adult I only save the date in case I ever want to throw myself a pool party, because if you count ahead you will realize that my actual birthday is December 30 (one of the many winter months where pool parties are out of the question- and no hot tubbing doesn’t count, it is NOT the same thing.)
Anywayyyy the reason I’m posting this piece is to inform anyone who happens to read this blog that I’ll be posting a little less than you may have grown accustomed to in the first few weeks of this blog. I have been planning this blog for a long time and didn’t want to begin until I had a decent backlog of things to post. I figured that way people could catch up on my past musings between new weekly posts, which I’ve always envisioned as about two or three, with the weekends post free to give me time to type out any inspiration that hits during the week (because yes I am one of those crazy creative types that will think of something and write it in my notebook to flesh out later). I’ll try my best to keep the new post days consistent. Happy to hear what days and times you do most of your blog reading so that I can accommodate.
So today I saw a commercial for a cereal brand that began with “tastes good on the tongue” with some lovely light instrumental jazz and dark lighting (calm down cereal it’s not like you’re chocolate). America really has taken food from something necessary for survival (and I’ll admit tasty and enjoyable for the most part) to something completely sensual. You’d think it was only invented to give us pleasure. I don’t know it just really irks me when food commercials have sexual overtones, as if a nightly walk to get a bowl of cereal (an attempt to be healthy if your impulse is for ice cream or other bad night snacks) is comparable to the pleasure you would receive from a walk intended to pay a nightly visit to your lover (I could be optimistic and say husband or wife- but that’s never associated with much pleasure on television). It just makes me sad that our culture can so effortlessly twist things that are in themselves fairly innocent, like eating, or extremely beautiful, like human sexuality, into something base. As long as it keeps making money I’m sure everyone will keep an “open mind.”
And yes the title of this post is intended as a pun on Mad Men- the show that chronicles the development of modern advertising firms.
Some days I may use this thing just for me. Days like today where I really need to trust in God. I apply for jobs and while I suppose it’s good to have backup plans I have back-ups for my back-ups. And if this past year has taught me anything it’s that even the best-laid plans fall apart. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Because I think my planning is a way to hide. It’s a compromise to hope. I settle for a half hope because I don’t want to be disappointed. How sad. I was such an adventurous little kid. I biked, I climbed trees, I played outside. Most of all I imagination played. Re-enacting scenes that would play in my head from movies, plays, books, or even my own imagination. And I would force my siblings to play with me. And when one act was over I would just start the next one.
When did my game change? Was it when I grew up? Because I still haven’t. I still dream. I just give more weight to the opinions of others who say that dreams aren’t real. Because I am starting to think that maybe all dreams require is not magic or a denial of reality, but patience. And if I am going to have to wait I might as well wait in hope. I am Catholic after all.