Keep Calm and Carrie On

or various reasons over the last few years Carrie Bradshaw has been one the many female voices of our generation that I happen to look up too. Beyond her love of fashion and great shoes, and the fact that she happens to be a writer, I love Carrie because she like all of us, is flawed. She makes mistakes, like cheating on Aidan with Big, but at the end of it all, she always has a smart bit of advice to give and great style. As a single gay man living in what is supposed to be called Sin City,  but in my life has been more like extremely boring tiresome city trying to bill itself as a family place, it’s almost easy to relate to Carrie’s eternal struggle to find love.

I know I’m getting a bit maudlin and I apologize for that, the point I was trying to make here is that… all of us, have our fictional heroes. The characters in literature, television and film that we look up too, because we understand their pain. We see ourselves in them and maybe we can learn from their mistakes. As of late, I’ve hit that wonderful and all too familiar writer problem of hopelessness. The little demon who likes to whisper despair into your ear and make you question everything you ever do, has been quite noisy the last few days and has even culminated in a slight mental/emotional breakdown this week that included a panic attack and my crying for no apparent reason (something I rarely, if ever do). I am being so candid with you my readers because, for starters, you are as close as I ever wish to get to therapy, but also because I know that in a few days this post will be long forgotten so I don’t worry myself much with what I say.

The truth is, at times, it is next impossible to be hopeful about anything in life. But at the same time, I refuse to give up hope that things will eventually get better and begin to go my way. And in the mean time all I can do, is Keep Calm, and Carrie On.

Feel free to read this post in the voice of Carrie Bradshaw if you know the show ;D