Channeling Julia Roberts as Anna Scott

I suspect they intentionally made Anne Hathaway look like Julia Roberts in this poster for Becoming Jane.

Old?

I remember a time when there was no real cynicism in me. There was affected cynicism, but I didn't really feel it. I believed completely in possibility, of love, of adventure, of success, of doing things my way. Every action seemed to be a step toward something bigger. Before heartbrake, before cubicles, before rush hour subways, before the concept of 30 was comprehensible.

That time was not so long ago. But I often now find myself wondering if it is recaptureable. Could I love without caution? Could I drop everything on a whim a jump on a plane and just simply take off? Could I be at all spontaneous?