What, Mr. Gosling, do I want? What do I want? This scene, from the Notebook, one of my all time favorites, not only because it’s epically romantic, but because his delivery of the line “What do you want?” that he says over and over is so perfectly acted.
“Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants. Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want? What do YOU want? WHAT do you want? Goddamnit, what do you want?”
I’ve watched this movie a million times, and never before tonight have those lines rocked me to my core. What do I want? What do I want? Just me. No one else. Not my friends. Not my boss. Not my coworkers. Not my parents, more specifically, not thinking about what my mother wants is such a foreign thing to me. But she’s not here anymore, so what she wants no longer matters. What do I want? What. Do. I. Want?
As I sat in my favorite spot on Cannon Beach, Oregon tonight, I watched the waves gently crash on the sand as the sun slowly dipped below the water, and I thought to myself, “What do I want? What do I really, truly want?”
My first reaction was ‘I don’t know.’ I’m so lost, I let go of everything I wanted so many years ago, how the hell do I figure it out now. And then I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and let the clean sea air fill my lungs, and as the tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, I let it be ok that I don’t know what I want. I let it be ok that I’m still lost. And in the instant I forgave myself for not having it all figured out, clarity came to me. And here’s what I want:
- I want to be happy. Which is tough, because the last time I was truly happy was so long ago, it took a few moments to summon up that feeling. Remembering where I was when I felt true happiness and bliss. It was on the stage of the Playhouse at UW when I sang an oversolo for Seasons of Love and brought the house to their feet. And it was because in that moment, I was truly in a moment of being who I was supposed to be. I was performing. Which leads me to:
- I want to perform again. With my new job, I’d let myself give up the dream of performing. With my love of writing taking over, I’d forgotten how much I love to perform, because when I’m in a good show, with a good cast, and a good director, my soul sings, my heart is full, and I’m at peace. Guess it’s time to dust off my monologue collection.
- I want to stop hurting physically. My health is in my hands, and my hands only. I’ve been flirting with life changes in this area, but have yet to commit. It’s time to stop fucking around with my health, and to get serious. There are no more obstacles to blame. It’s all on me. And I’m done letting me down.
- I need to start saying yes to more things. No is so easy for me. The ‘responsible’ choice has been necessity. And now, I can afford to enjoy life more than I’ve been doing lately. Time to start saying yes.
I want to be happy. Dammit, I want to be happy. I want to be happy. I’m going to be happy. Knowing what I want is going to help me, hopefully, find the rest of these breadcrumbs so that I can finally get to the life I’ve dreamed of for so many years.
I was sheltered and isolated for so long, so focused on someone else’s wants and needs, it’s taken me this long to realize that I’ve yet to focus on what I want. Old habits are hard to break, but as of today, this habit is breaking.
Breadcrumb very emotionally found.
Ciao for Now,