(How’s she going to tie those two together??? I know you asked.)
I seriously love today.
Just a few miles from my house, the LA Kings are gearing up for their Stanley Cup victory parade. I will forever and ever be a Colorado Avalanche fan (you can take the girl out of Colorado…) but there’s something fantastic about being in my adopted home city, celebrating together like this.
And I’m curled up on my couch writing today, the World Cup playing in the background. The world is watching and celebrating. And I’m really sure that if I wanted to, I could walk down my street to one of our local sports bars at noon and watch the game with a bunch of people I don’t know, but who would immediately become great friends. But I should probably eat lunch before I hit a sports bar, you know?
I’ll be the first person to admit that I am not the most sports-inclined of us all.
I broke my hand playing soccer when I was younger. I tore tendons running across a level floor. God did not grace me with the athletic gene, it would seem.
But I am all about the stories that come out of events like the World Cup. It’s like the Olympics all over again. These athletes have been preparing for this moment their entire career – their entire lives. They have nothing to lose and everything to gain — and they play like it. Now is not the time to hold back — now’s the time to run that 4 minute mile they’ve been dreaming about their entire lives. (Mixed metaphor? Maybe.)
There’s also something glorious about a world at war, pausing to play beautifully together.
Just for a brief moment, we are all humans together.
Just humans. Together.
I think it’s this same feeling that’s drawn me to all things NASA– and space-related. I dream about off-planet colonies, and Neil Armstrong & Buzz Aldrin have always been two of my heroes. They are stories of great adventurers, of men and women the world over — living at the very top of their skills, miraculously accomplishing the thing that was impossible yesterday. The most recent episode of Mad Men totally nailed the excitement of the world coming together to watch a beautiful leap forward. And even though I know that story backwards and forwards — I was totally in that moment.
We come together around our common stories.
I wake up every day dreaming about the possibility that I’ll actually see a Mars landing in my lifetime. (Seriously. Every day. It’s one of my many obsessions.) I’ll never work at NASA. And I seriously doubt I’ll ever walk on the moon unless somebody totally rocks out space tourism like, pronto.
But I am a storyteller.
I write for TV and tell stories of a world further along than we are — where humans live off-planet, where they’ve already accomplished the things we can only dream of. Where we’ve come together to make something beautiful and bigger than ourselves. But one day, I’ll tell a story that will inspire someone to GO. and DO. and CREATE. A story that makes the world wonder: What if?? Those are my favorite stories.
Maybe we’ll actually start chasing our dreams out into the stars.
And for that moment, we will all be humans together.
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