Carrie Bradshaw lied. Oh, being young and fabulous – we all have bottomless wallets, loads of free time, budget for designer threads, and can afford to live solo in NYC. Um, maybe I’m wrong, but what girl in her early twenties actually does this? Maybe those with trust funds . . . but for the majority of us, not so much.
Call me a dreamer, but when I was younger I envisioned this amazing city life with an incredible fashion-centered career. Am I not living up to my potential or has reality set in? I’m not sure, but what I do know is that I often look at my life, the big picture, and it’s definitely not what I expected. This is not to say that I’m not happy with my life, believe me — I am. I know that I am so blessed and so fortunate for my family, friends, boyfriend, roommates, job, etc., but I guess I just always thought it would be a tad different.
I’m pretty sure I’ve used coupons (Aahh!! The horror!!! Did Carrie ever use coupons??), eaten a sack lunch rather than meet up with Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte, and settled for budget-friendly Old Navy ballet flats rather than Manolo stilettos.
So on this blog, I’m going to try to reflect on how to live like Carrie Bradshaw in our real world – if there even is such. Would Carrie ever live in Mississippi? Let’s say . . . yes, for this blog’s sake.
Like Carrie, I have days when I think I’m really great. That being said, I have plenty of days when I think I’m not so great. Today is one of those days that I think I’m great, which is why I’ve started this blog, assuming someone, somewhere, will be interested in what I have to say.
“As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the shoulda, coulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.”