I know I’m an adult. But this little, cartoon boy has stolen my heart.
I know I’m an adult. But this little, cartoon boy has stolen my heart.
Working on a new song this evening. Fun times. The song is below. But, first, I have a question for you: who would come to my house if I did a show and played some of my songs? I have a lot of songs and most of them no one but my family has heard. I’d really like a play them for people some time. So I guess I’m just curious, would anyone come? Drop me a line if you’d like to come to my house and hear some of my songs.
Here is the song, btw:
I’ve Known Jesus That’s How I Know
Ok. So we finally watched Wonder Woman today. I know we’re a little late to the party. And I know countless blog posts have already been written about this amazing movie, most by better writers than me. But, never fear, none of that is gonna stop me from writing one too!
So I cried. Like really cried. Like my daughter Meghan was concerned. Haha. And you might be surprised by which scenes made me cry. (Or you might not be, heck, idk.)
SPOILERS AHEAD: ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE… *ruddy mysterious sound*
I didn’t cry when Steve died or when he said “I love you”. (Sorry, Chris Pine.) TBH, I wasn’t all that impressed with Steve. (Sorry, Chris Pine.) Chris Pine did a great job playing Steve and he is probably the only reason I didn’t utterly hate Steve. (I mean, how can you hate James T? Am I right??)
This was the first time I cried:
I’m getting misty eyed just watching this GIF. (Pronounced “ghif” not “jif”, I don’t care what you say.)
I wasn’t feeling particularly emotional (or so I thought) and suddenly I found myself weeping uncontrollably as Diana ran head first into the fray and all the fire power concentrated on her alone. My chest felt tight. I know how that feels, I thought.
Ok, so obviously I don’t know how it feels to stand in the middle of No Man’s Land during The War to End All Wars with almost nothing to protect myself except a dope shield and some dope armor. (Wonder Woman’s stuff is dope, yo.) I say I know how it feels because it’s a metaphor, my darling.
From the time she is a young girl, Diana is held back, lied to, and generally not supported by those who say they love her. Her mother lied to her because she is trying to protect her or something. Nick and I have always just told our kids the truth – the good, the bad and the ugly. I know a lot of parents don’t subscribe to that type of parenting and that’s cool. You do you. I am not judging anyone’s parenting style. Except, of course, fictional mother, Hippolyta, because she’s fictional and it helps my point.
Soooo, anyway, Hippolyta lies to her, always knowing the real power that lies inside her daughter. Hippolyta begrudgingly allows Antiope to train her and she gets a point for telling Antiope to train her harder than anyone has ever been trained in existence. But she loses points for not doing the one thing I believe all parents are meant to do, prepare her child for adulthood. She might let her train, but she definitely doesn’t want Diana to grow up. She doesn’t prepare her for what’s really out there. She just keeps hoping that if she holds Diana back enough, nothing bad will happen. Sorry, Mum, nothing happening makes for a very boring movie.
Then she meets Steve. Ugh.
Stuff happens, they leave Themyscira. Yada, yada, yada.
After she gets off the island, it’s now Steve’s turn to hold her back, every step of the way. (This movie should be called, “Wonder Woman: No One Believes You Can Do Anything”.)
Sure the whole “fish out of water” sequence is funny, trying on clothes, not knowing what things are, etc. It’s the little mermaid. Everyone laughs.
But aside from that, there’s a decent chunk of movie where it’s a lot of telling Diana to sit down and “let the men handle this, sweetheart”. (I know he doesn’t actually say that.) Honestly, I think if she wasn’t such a hurricane, he never would have taken her along. I’m not sure he ever had any intention of helping her.
So when she’s finally had enough and she charges out onto the field, despite being told “no” a myriad of ways by Steve (who treats her like a naive child), something inside awakens.
I know how that feels. I have felt lied to, held back and generally not supported at times in my life. I have felt alone, like no one has my back as I run into the fray. Whether or not I was actually alone doesn’t matter. I felt alone. And I think all of us have. I think all of us know how it feels.
I think all us have, at times, felt that we were being told to “sit down and let the men handle it”. I think we’ve all felt a desire to do more, be more, and been told it’s impossible.
And what’s sad, is that a lot of us will just sit down and shut up. A lot of us won’t do more or be more because we’ve now internalized that it’s impossible. I think a lot of us want to be Diana, running into the fray with our shield, pushing back the darkness that threatens us and others. But we don’t run because we’re afraid. We stay in the trenches because that’s what we were told to do.
No one believes in Diana. But she goes anyway. She helps anyway. She runs into the mud and blood, brandishing her shield, her shield, not her sword, anyway. Yes, there is evil to fight, but her quarrel is with Ares, not man. We wrestle not with flesh and blood, my beauties, but with powers and principalities, with darkness, not each other.
It take it back, someone did believe in Diana from the beginning. Antiope.
And the only person who ever truly believed in Diana, Antiope, dies in her arms on the beach of Themyscira before Diana’s even had a chance to prove herself. If you ask me, Antiope is the real hero of the movie. Without her, would there be a movie? Without Antiope encouraging little Diana (behind Hippolyta’s back, btw), would she have learned to believe in herself as fiercely as she did? Or if Antiope had backed off and left Diana alone as the Queen of the Amazons wanted, would Diana have internalized a notion that she was fragile and not meant to have a fire inside her bones?
Antiope saved the whole friggin’ movie.
If you pray for anything in the near future, pray that you can be an Antiope for someone and that someone will be an Antiope for you. Someone who lifts up and doesn’t tear down. Someone who sees unlimited potential in others and stokes the fire inside their bones. Someone who believes in others.
Maybe the movie should really be called “Wonder Woman: No One Believed in You Except Antiope, Go Kill Ares and Make Her Proud”.
Antiope and this guy: heroes in a class of their own.
What’s crazy to me, is that even after Diana goes into No Man’s Land and slays and saves Veld whilst slaying, Steve still continues to “handle” her all the way up until the end. He keeps holding her back and bad stuff keeps happening and the plot develops. It’s almost painful to watch. Finally, right before he goes off to sacrifice himself does he say, “you can save the world”. Um, duh, dude, that’s what she’s been saying for the entire movie. You didn’t get it because you thought you knew everything. Surprise, you don’t.
So then I cried again, here:
When she’s fighting Ares, and once again no one believes in her.
That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, you may prove yourself to the world time and again and still some arrogant mustache is going to come along and try to put you back in your place.
Don’t let them.
Baby could have got herself out of that corner. She didn’t need Johnny to save her. But she didn’t know that at the time. She felt defeated, alone, humiliated. Then here comes Johnny, being the Antiope. He believed in her. No one else did. But he did.
Ok… Back to this:
We have all had our fair share of arrogant, know-it-all, mustaches who think they know what is best for us or they know our abilities and limitations better than we know them ourselves. We’ve all had people in our lives who want to blow out our candle so that their candle will shine brighter. Thankfully, most of the time, those people aren’t also a mythical greek god bent on destroying humanity and we can walk away from those relationships relatively intact, so to speak.
In the end, what made me cry when watching “Wonder Woman: The Woman No One Believed In But Antiope and Steve Near The End and Of Course Herself”, was seeing Gal Gadot so brilliantly portray a woman believing in herself and not in the typical narcissistic, type “A” kind of way that women who believe in themselves are generally portrayed. She wasn’t climbing some corporate ladder looking out for numero uno or doing something certifiably crazy. She was doing what she knew deep inside she was meant to do: help, protect, love.
What made me cry was seeing my internal monologue coming to life on a battlefield and seeing Diana climb out of the trenches and face the storm head on. No one believed in her or supported her. They tried to stop her and basically called her crazy for wanting to help others. But she didn’t back down. And she took a lot of fire while making her stand. But she kept on standing. She kept on.
What made me cry was seeing her look that mustache straight in the face, saying “Nobody puts Baby in the corner.” Even after already proving herself multiple times on the battlefield, she was still being told to grab some bench and sit this one out. And she refused. She snapped on her chin strap, didn’t bother saying “put me in, coach” and ran out onto the field anyway. She never let anyone set her limitations for her. Even when Ares has her pinned to the ground and she’s looking up at Steve’s airplane, I knew she was just catching her breath. It wasn’t losing Steve that suddenly gave her the strength to fight again. It was Ares trying to tell her who she was. She wasn’t gonna let him define her.
I’m not gonna say that Wonder Woman is now my favorite movie or anything. (My favorite movie will always be Strictly Ballroom with Resident Evil as a close second.) But I’m really glad I finally saw it. I’m taking a few lessons away from this one that I hope stick with me for a while.
And I guess I can sum it all up just by saying this:
Believe in yourself and encourage others to do the same!
Here’s an idea I’ve been kicking around. I may be completely wrong about this but, honestly, idc. If I’m wrong, it’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.
Ok, the idea is this: the future doesn’t exist. I know, not exactly mind blowing, but nonetheless thought provoking.
All my Doctor Who fans out there know this quote:
The future is not set. It’s wibbly wobbly, timey wimey. It’s far too subjective to accurately plan. Yet we spend enormous amounts of our “time” thinking about, worrying about, planning for and trying to predict the future. But what if the future doesn’t exist? I’ve come to the conclusion that it does not. All there is, is now.
Here’s another quote for you: There is no spoon.
Who remembers that scene in The Matrix? Neo is meeting the Oracle for the first time and while he’s waiting to see her, he meets a small, bald-headed boy who is sitting on the floor gleefully bending spoons with his mind. The boy tells Neo not to try to bend the spoon because that is impossible. Instead, he should see the truth, there is no spoon. When he sees that, he will see that it is not the spoon that bends but himself.
What a powerful thought exercise on perception! Things we believe to be fixed and concrete really are not. Our perception either solidifies the spoon making it unbendable or our perception bends the spoon. Because really, the spoon doesn’t exist. It’s all in our heads.
Friends, why do we cling to a non-existent reality we’ve created in our minds? We create a path to future happiness, completely in our own thoughts, then make ourselves miserable trying to stay on that path, all the while telling ourselves if we stick to it, we’ll be happy someday. Why wait?!? Be happy now! Get off the path and have a picnic. Wander in those woods. Climb that mountain. The path will still be there if you ever really want to go back. But chances are, you won’t want to.
A question people ask a lot: when you reach the end of your life, what will you remember? Will you be proud of what you’ve accomplished?
There is no answer to that! I can’t predict who I’ll be at the end of my life. One, I have no idea when that will be! Two, why are we so concerned with how we will feel at the end? What about how we feel now? Don’t we think how we feel now is just as important, if not more so? Why is the end more important than right now? TBH I don’t think it is. I want to be happy now. If I work on being happy now, I’ll be happy at the end too bc when the end comes, it will also be “now”.
Idk what it really means to live in the moment but I’m learning. I’m learning that worrying about a future that doesn’t exist is insane. I can’t predict the future. I can’t create and ultimately stay on the perfect path. That’s impossible. I’m gonna get off the path and run with this idea for a while and just see where it takes me.
There is no spoon. And the future doesn’t exist. ❤
Did a little maintenance. Now when you click “Songs and Other Stuff” from the menu bar, will be taken to a page with 2 links. One of them is Songs and the other is… Other Stuff! I finally put other stuff there and not just songs.
I used to think I understood friendship and how to be a good friend. I don’t think that anymore.
I know the kind of person I admire and the kind of person I want to be but I’m reminded often that I am not that person. Sometimes I really surprise myself with my own kindness and generosity. I’m like, “Holy sherbet, Batman, that actually felt natural and I even enjoyed it.” And sometimes I’m like, “How can I get through this without being a complete b-hole?” And I wonder how often people look at me and think, “Dang, what a complete b-hole!”
But, c’est la vie, such is life. Sometimes I am a complete b-hole! There’s no way I can please everyone all the time. Sometimes I am a kind and generous person.
I’ll never be all things to all people. (Sorry, Paul.) But I sincerely hope I can learn to be a good friend… most of the time.
Be content, my darlings, I am a work in progress, a beautiful artistic endeavor still being formed.
I want to live my life as incredibly chill as this fox. How dope would that be? To live every moment fully realizing I can’t do anything about what was or what will be, I can only do something about what is right now. I know a lot of people dream of being an incredible visionary but I don’t want to be a visionary. I want to be a “right-now-onary”, a momentarian, someone who lives in the present.