I Am George Bailey

In the past few weeks, I've connected with really random film scenes. I mean, really random. Like View from the Top-Good Will Hunting-Shopgirl random. And no, I'm not a flight attendant in therapy for having an affair with a much older man. I relate in tiny, non-obvious ways.

Maybe I'll explain later.

There's a scene [below] in It's a Wonderful Life that used to frustrate me. Mostly because I couldn't understand why silly Violet didn't want to run off with George. And then it frustrated me because I saw a bit of myself in her. And I didn't want to be Violet. As has been established previously, I want to be Mary.

The scene popped into my head today. Out of nowhere. And I realized that I'm no longer Violet. I'm George Bailey. I, too, am "tired of just reading about those things." And right now, I want to take my shoes off and walk through the grass.