If you know the blog at all, you know the Oscars delight me. So you’re probably wondering if – well – if they did. Plus, the last post was sadness wrapped in heartbreak, so you might be waiting to find out if I’ve unwrapped from that.
So this is a yes to the first and a mostly to the second.
I adored the Oscars. I loved Anne Hathaway. I even loved James Franco, and there’s really no good reason for that. I loved Billy Crystal, Reese Witherspoon’s ponytail, all the red, THE KING’S SPEECH, Tom Hooper’s mom, Mark Whalberg’s mom, every single mom. The set was my favorite Oscar set ever. And I’ve never ever never seen it end so beautifully. Usually, the best-picture presenter just says goodbye and have a great night. But last night those adorable children! And they sang the world’s most inspiring song ever!
And just like the Oscars came through for me as always, so did my friend, the beautiful Michele. She puts out the red carpet for me and makes food to represent the various films, and decorates her home with movie magic, and wraps me in a boa, and places me in front of the show with so much love and so much celebration and so much I-get-you-Serenity that I really don’t know how actually being there could compare.
On Oprah today as I watched the various winners grip their Oscar and talk about it as if it were a person and beam and glow with the thrill of having been recognized that way, I didn’t feel a twinge of jealousy. Not a twinge. Because I thought of the hundreds and thousands of actors who give every bit as much of themselves to even the smallest parts of even the most unknown films in the world who’ve never gotten an Oscar and maybe never will. They have to find within themselves the validation that they gave their all. They have to know in their own heart that it’s just as difficult to cry your heart out over your fictional bad day on a Lifetime movie as it is to cry because you just don’t feel like a king.
And that’s what we all have to do. We have to find it within ourselves. I’m doing my best. I made someone’s day. It matters that I wrote to Grandma last week. I rock for remembering my sister-in-law’s birthday. The things I want most I pursue with all my heart. I have friends, which means I behave in some way that makes people hang around and stay in like with me even though they don’t have to.
I love the Oscars because they inspire me. I love them because I want to be there someday. I love them because it doesn’t matter if I never am. If happy little blue birds…so can I.