I took Nolan to see Frozen with his heart cousin earlier this week, the little blonde girl he sees to infrequently now because of an adult breakup that had absolutely nothing to do with the bond they share. Besides the simple pleasure of watching them radiate with joy at the comforting easiness of just being together, I felt a peace while I watched the movie. I was trying to figure it out from behind my 3D glasses. For a while I though it was probably the heady mixture of popcorn and skittles combined (definitely not Paleo, definitely a stellar combination) and then maybe the sporadic, tiny laughter of the three year old dwarfed in the seat behind me. And then, about three quarters of the way through the movie I realized that the peace was the knowledge that I was watching a kid’s movie — and that by default, the ending would be happy. I didn’t have to worry that the floppy-haired guy wouldn’t love the spirited girl in the end, and I knew that the flamboyant snowman wasn’t going to melt in a tragic heat-related accident. I realized with a start how rare happy endings are in the fictional world I choose to surround myself with. The only TV show I watch religiously is the Walking Dead. There are no happy endings anywhere, there. The series I watched before that was Breaking Bad, and before that, Dexter. The books I inhale the hardest tend to be dark too — gloomy, with foreboding themes and complicated, messy, and often disconcerting endings.
I’m not sure why, exactly. Maybe if I ingest dark fiction, it won’t happen in real life? Because I do believe that you can never quite fear-conjure the bad things that actually happen to you. Anyway, my point is: I’m going to watch more kids movies. That relieved feeling was a pretty nice one.
Speaking of relief: tomorrow, I start a brand new career. I know long time readers will know — even though I never spoke of the company directly — that I worked for nearly a decade for one of the biggest women’s social media companies in the US. Every woman blogger will know exactly of whom I speak. I sold digital advertising, and then Conferences, and I did it through years of uncertainty and single Motherhood and new marriage and sudden baby, and, other than frequent business trips to NYC and LA and San Francisco and Chicago — I did it all from home.
It was a challenging, demanding, consuming career, and one that I loved a lot. And I was very sad to leave. But I am beyond excited to have landed a dream position at a company I’ve had my eye on for a very long time — one that is headquartered in my own city and that has fostered an innovative, dynamic, entrepreneurial culture that I’m thrilled to be joining. It will be a bit of a change to drive to Hootsuite in rush hour traffic in high heels tomorrow morning, but a fabulous one.