I once heard Will Smith say that he wasn’t really more talented than the next guy, he just had a ridiculous work ethic. “When the other guy’s sleeping, he said, “I’m working.”
So the other morning in that nasty a.m. hour I told you about before, the one where life seems so unworthy of my getting out of bed at all, Will Smith was the only reason I got up. And as Michael and I got ready side by side, I felt I should confess that. “Will Smith is the only reason I got out of bed this morning.”
He knows me well enough not to be worried, but he played along. “Okaay…”
And then I told him what Will Smith said once about the work ethic and then I said, “We’ll never get what we want, if we don’t get out of bed.” And he totally agreed. “That,” he said, “is for d— sure.” Which, you may recognize, without the dashes, is a Will Smith line.
And on an even lighter note, if that’s possible, I also posted this picture in homage. It’s awards season, after all. That time of year when I come dangerously close to abandoning the Books-Are-Always-Better Club, because oh how I love my movies. Love them. I think it’s such a beautiful storytelling medium. And I love the way the people who make them create lines about love and goals and life and family, quotes that sum up so many of our big, overwhelming emotions in just a few poignant words. And then, as if I wasn’t stirred enough, they also sneak in lines about Creating itself and how it moves us and fulfills us and makes us better. I heart movie people. And the very cool stories they tell.