Betcha got the Pussycat Dolls stuck in your head now too 🙂 haha.
Every kid needs a hero. Someone to look up to, aspire to, and to help them set the bar for their success. Some pick nurses or teachers or firemen or astronauts. As we grow, we put names to them. “My mom,” “Mrs. Price,” “Uncle David,” “Neil Armstrong.” When we had Career Day at elementary school, after I finally figured out that neonatal nurses didn’t just hold babies all day like I did my dolls, I decided I wanted to be a writer. I dressed up like a journalist with my slacks, blazer, and loafers and brought a clipboard with paper and a pencil on it. I took notes on it all day just to look legit and proudly advertised the gray lead smears on my hand (leftie, baby!).
Well I may be 24ish and typing my daily notes now, but I’m still that pencil-smearing, southpaw kid in many ways. Recently, I’ve put a name to my Career Day hero. That name is Nancy Meyers. I didn’t know it until a couple of months ago, but this woman is chiefly responsible for my worldview–the hopeless romantic part, at least. Here’s just a tidbit of her resume:
2009 It’s Complicated (written by)
2006 The Holiday (written by)
1991 Father of the Bride (screenplay)