And the Oscar goes to...
I have always been a fan of Hollywood kind of stuff. I have loved watching awards shows since I was a kid and have always imagined what it would be like to be seated in that giant room; slick hair and fancy clothes, laughing casually at all the jokes and nonchalantly mingling with the stars. So with a scaled down feeling of Christmas morning, we sat down to watch the beloved Oscars. I pretended to know about all the movies and even rambled off a 3 minute discourse about the origins of opera, except our Guatemalan teenager had actually asked how OPRAH got her start. But as the show went on I began to feel differently about it all. Far from feeling excited, I noticed I was starting to feel a little sad. Some of the cast from The Greatest Showman sang "This Is Me" and it was hard not to get emotionally stirred as the performers emphatically raised their hands and sung with all their hearts to the beat of their own drum. Yet, I started seeing clearly through the smoke and realize...