Step 89: Just Thinking

The other day, while perusing the blogs I always peruse, I read in The Hayleylujah Chorus that the author, Hayley (duh), keeps journals and blogs and things because somewhere in her she feels like she's a character in a novel.

This struck me in two ways. The first, and most important, being that I totally understood what she was saying. I identified with it.

The second was in the realization that someone who is nearly a decade younger than me was able to define the indescribable "why" I've been trying to find for ages.

I, too, fancy myself to be the main protagonist of some deeply fascinating novel. And even were I to type out "But I know I'm just plain old Sarah." without the quotes, I wouldn't believe it. It would be something "My character" would say. Because part of being a good protagonist is believing that you are ordinary, unspecial, and comepletely overlooked. Then, when the climax of the story comes, it's that much more amazing that it happened to Plain Old Sarah.

So, despite the realists of the world that would tell me I'm not going to learn I'm the princess of a dying civilization, nor am I only hours away from inheriting millions from an eccentric great-uncle who drew my name from a hat, I'm going to keep believing that I am a character in a best-seller. THE character in a best-seller.

Now all I have to do is wait for my birthday, because the Real Hogwarts Letters come when you turn 27.

Ten, zero, zero.