Life has been chaotic, fun, crazy, and overwhelming the past few weeks. In my down time, I’ve been obsessively watching Breaking Bad (don’t you dare spoil anything; I’m only on season 4!) and can’t believe what I’m seeing each night on this ridiculous mind-fuck of a show. I always love when a good writer can keep me guessing. And really, that’s what it’s all about, right? I think sometimes we forget that behind every great movie and TV show lives an imaginative cast of writers with a mission to carry the viewer along for the ride.
Back when Sex and the City was all the rage, I remember how completely I identified with these four women and how intricate, fun, and creative the story lines were (well, to a point. I couldn’t relate to having a lifestyle that would enable me to drop hundreds on Manolo Blahniks). Like any other 20-something-year-old, I wanted to BE Carrie Bradshaw. Not since have I found a female protagonist who resonated with me in quite the same way until I heard Camille Braverman have a conversation with her husband Zeek on the show Parenthood recently.
Here we have a woman who is in a very poetic and reflective “third act” in life. After raising four children and seeing the birth of her grandchildren, she has decided that it is finally her time. Heartfelt scenes depict Camille and Zeek discussing the future of their home: she wants to sell and move into a smaller condo, but her husband is having a hard time letting go. He fondly remembers each corner of the house where their children married and where memories were made.
“I want more,” she says.
She tells him of her already made plans to travel to Italy with her painting class… alone.
I watched this scene and wanted to reach out to Camille. Despite the years that stand between us and the life experiences that distinguish us, I understood.
I want more.
I get it from my mother. Each year, she travels to Europe–solo–for roughly three weeks. She walks away from her marriage, responsibilities, and life to reconnect with the many friends and family members she left behind more than 30 years ago.
To some, it seems selfish–flighty even–but for her, it’s a necessary part of her sanity and wellbeing.
She wants more.
What I want to know is–why is this considered such a bad thing? Isn’t it healthy to want to grow in life and participate in experiences that will transform and challenge us?
I absolutely love where I am and the life that I have created with Bryan, but I will always want more: more travel, greater experiences, a dog, a child. And I don’t think it’s a bad thing to reach for the impractical dreams and the seemingly unobtainable.
What does more mean to you?