Why I'm Here

In our last conversation,

We got into some existential topics.

You asked me why I watch so many movies,

How I have time for everything else.

You asked me why I work so much,

If it’s something that brings me joy.

You asked me what my purpose was,

If I had found it yet.

Well, here is my answer, Dear Friend: this is Why I’m Here.

Because Greta Bisso found Mark McDowell

And they found refuge in each other’s friendship.

Friend-dates became romantic ones,

Six weeks later--a honeymoon.

They had their first child together; they called him Zachary William,

And finally, after years of anticipation, the mother got a daughter.

And now, the music blasts from behind the glass of my car;

My throat becoming sore from belting the lines alongside Panic! and Miss Musgraves.

And there’s something to be said regarding the merits of quoting movies--

I never feel like running, but that won’t stop me from mimicking Mr. Gump.

And then there are the little things that make me smile throughout the day:

The hug that I get from my mom when I get home from school

Or my friends making fun of me for quoting favorite flicks.

And, of course, I simply wouldn’t be me without Ellington Hall;

There hasn’t been a moment since I started working

That my mind hasn’t been at least partially occupied by

Security orders, client meetings, or "Oh, crap. I have to call the caterer."

But in the end, it doesn’t matter.

I may forget to call a vendor a hundred times--

I just might remember on the one-hundred-and-first.

I may proclaim that “Me and Jenny was like peas and car-rots” a hundred times--

My friends just might genuinely laugh at the one-hundred-and-first.

I will sing at the top of my lungs to music on full blast even though my mother claims that I am ruining my ears.

Because it makes me happy.

Because it’s Why I’m Here.