Dreamer, Writer, and Hopeless Romantic: I'm my own version of Carrie Bradshaw or not

Every night before I go to bed, the theme of Sex in the City plays in my head--for real.






My life doesn't resemble Carrie Bradshaw’s at all. Okay so I'm single, and Carrie was single. 

 But we look nothing alike. 



 Well, maybe a teeny, tiny, bit, if I was maybe fifty pounds lighter and had blue eyes. 
But...I don’t live in New York City in an awesome apartment. I live in Miami in a house. It's a nice house, so I'm not complaining. Just stating the obvious.
 I also don’t have her killer shoes, although I do have a nice collection of shoes in my closet. 




I don’t have three awesome friends who offer me advice, support, and encouragement when I need it, ask for it, or when they just want to dish it out. 
No, I’m not the uni bomber or antisocial. I just don’t have THOSE friends. 



 Nor do I have Carrie’s men. 
Nope, no Mr. Big with me. (They make such a cute couple, don't they?)


 Nor have I had an Aiden. And boy was Aiden just amazing, perfect, and so swoony. 

I loved Aiden. He might not have been perfect for Carrie, but he certainly was perfect for me.
I think it's time Ana got her groove back.







Wait!
And then there was Berger… 









Maybe I bonded with Carrie over horrible ways of getting “dumped”. 
Berger used a post-it note. A post-it. Me…I had a text message. Text Message. At least have the decency... 
Well, that’s a post for another time. 


Now that we've established that I’m nothing like Carrie Bradshaw. Well maybe just maybe in a very skinny future or past, I might have possibly looked a teeny tiny bit like her from a very far distance...or not.
No one can argue that we both share crappy break up stories. Other than that, we’re nothing alike. 

So back to what I was saying. I can get so easily distracted. Darn these tangents.

Every night before I go to bed, I hear the theme of Sex in The City play in my head (Doesn't everyone?)


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The images of the day run through my mind, and I check-off all the major events.  Got Alberto to school late...checkForgot to brush my hair...checkPlot chapter while driving...checkWent to the office...checkCaught up with all my friends on FaceBook...checkVowed to jump on the treadmill...checkActually exercised...work in progressMade sure to feed Samson and let him out...checkSpend some time writing and reading....checkBlessed to be a mom...check
Then, I vow to make tomorrow better, and swear to myself that we won't be late again.
I may not be Carrie Bradshaw, but I'm me. 
I’m a dreamer, a writer, and a hopeless romantic that believes in her happily ever after. Hmm, maybe Carrie and I have more in common than I thought.

~Ana