In a movie-like world Lori would have flushed the prozac and felt liberated, all the while an inspirational athem of freedom would reverberate in the background, she would watch the pills spin and disapear and never have the desire to go back.

Too bad life isn't like the movies. Really, she watched the pills disapear and felt a little freaked. And rightly so.

I was at work tonight, feeling tired and thinking that if this were a movie I would grab my car keys and walk out the front doors while undoing the top, choking button of my uniform, jump in my car and drive. No one would realize what had happened until they started calling "Carolyn to Photos" and no one came. That inspirational music would play and I would stride out of the store in slow motion. Then it would cut to "1 yr later". And there I would be in my own studio living the dream.

Yeah, life's not like the movies. There are no consequences in movies, no worries about rent or car payments, or needing references to get a job. No day by day struggles, just a subtitled flashing on screen proclaiming "1 yr later", and all is right in the end. How you got there isn't really important.

Life rarely has inspirational background music, uncomfortable situations don't just fade into black, there aren't always happy endings, the bad guy doesn't always get what he deserves, the unpopular teen doesn't go the prom and end up as prom queen.

There is no fast-forward in life, no scene selection....... no pause button.

If only there was a pause button.......