I haven’t given up on 100 Days, 100 Movies. Promise! But I was finishing up edits on my book and my sister and I were thinking of using 100 Movies as a launchpad for our podcast (my sister is funnier than me and smarter too. You’ll love her!). So 100 Days 100 Movies WILL continue, I’m still just figuring out what form it will take.
In the meantime, at my writer’s group last week, the teacher had us do this exercise where we had to freewrite to the prompt “Who do you think you aren’t?”
I was pretty pleased with the results so (after some minimal editing) I thought I’d share my own brainspew here…
I’m not the put together girl.
I’m not the social butterfly.
I’m not the flirt.
(Until I am the flirt.)
I’m not a do-gooder.
I’m not a shrinking violet.
I’m not a damsel in distress.
I’m not a 50s housewife.
(I just wanna dress like one.)
I am not meticulous but I am detail-oriented.
I am not easy-going.
I am not low-maintenance.
I am not clever enough.
I am not patient.
I’m not a princess, I’m the mother-fucking Queen.
I am not the girl next door.
I am not a follower.
I am not brave enough.
I don’t give myself enough credit.
I am not a Beauty. I am not boring. I am not a good driver. I am not a redhead. Or a blonde. Or a brunette.
(What color is my hair anyway?)
I’m not deep enough. Appearance still matters.
I am more than a label. Any label.
I’m not neat, but I am not a mess.