Friday thoughts...

Maybe I’ve Watched One Too Many Nora Ephron Movies

I always have these random moments—like pockets of time where the world slows down, and I’m stuck reminiscing about things that don’t even exist yet.
Not memories, per se, Just… moments that feel familiar. Longing for something I haven’t met yet.

Sometimes I wonder… Have I watched one too many Nora Ephron movies?

Because suddenly it’s 1993, and I’m Annie Reed—staring out over some metaphorical skyline, hopeful and a little unhinged, waiting for Sam to show up on the Empire State Building.
Or maybe it’s 1998, and I’m Kathleen Kelly, whispering “good night dear void” to a screen that hasn’t refreshed in hours.
My inbox is quiet, my coffee is lukewarm, and Joe is nowhere to be found.

And maybe it’s silly, or overly romantic, but I don’t think I’m longing for a person as much as I am for a feeling. The kind of knowing. A soft certainty that life is leading somewhere worth waiting for.

I live somewhere between “it’ll happen when you least expect it” and “maybe I need to get a grip.”
And honestly? I don’t hate it here.

Because even in the waiting, even in the days that feel like drafts, there’s still beauty, there’s still laughter, there’s still flickering of magic that Nora Ephron gave us..the idea that love (and life) can find you in the most ordinary places.
Like the grocery store, or your inbox, or a blog post written after midnight or in the middle the day…

So if you’re also stuck between timelines, rereading old hopes and refreshing your inbox for something you can’t quite name…you’re not alone.

Maybe we’re all just living the modern rom-com version of ….“to be continued…”

(Beautiful Strangers In SOHO by Bee)

Thanks for reading my wandering thoughts. I’m still finding my voice here, but I promise to keep showing up honestly, romantically, and maybe a little rambly.

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