Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.
Yesterday I snuck away to the movies.
It was a glorious “Heavens Open and sing the Gloria” moment with my long black when I realised that I could possibly have the whole cinema to myself. My son was at school, my daughter in a pre-kindy program and I revelled in the rebellion of it all.
As the movie unfolded I sat back in my chair ready for a visual inspiration feast. Hoping to walk out of the cinemas full of energy and strength to face another week. However, as the movie continued on, I realised that something in me had shifted and maybe the optimism of my youth had begun to fade.
I watched the movie asking when Wonder Woman was going to remove her cape, sit down in a chair and make herself a long cup of “calm the farm” right down?
I breathed deeply and realised that twenty seventeen had not gone to plan and watching Wonder Woman kick men in the head was not the self-care, this Mumma needed. I also realised that I was like Wonder Woman in a season just past and I thought I could save the world.
Man, I would have been even happy with my neighbour. (Except he’s a Navy sailor who thinks that revving his car at 3 am in our driveway is a helpful elixir for sleep for this family of four. I’m going to need a whole lot of grace and patience to pass him homemade biscuits this Christmas over our fence).
Recently my friend sent me this quote, on a day I wasn’t really feeling that “quotey”
Inside every cynical person, there is a disapointed idealist.
I think if I had have watched “Wonder Woman” even a year ago, I would have stood up in the cinema and cheered her on, for her strength and fortitude. But this battle-weary soul breathed deeply and sighed at the relief that the war was over for today and I walked back into my 4.30 house battle ready to take on another day with a two-nageer and little wannabe pilot.
My truth is this, everyday people struggle to find sense in the moments of life that make no sense. Every idealist who is looking for some meaning and purpose in the battle of today is seeking out the opportunity to breathe deeply for tomorrow.
And yes, every day our culture is telling us we need to be Wonder Woman, taking down the baddies and saving the world from the evil that exists. But honestly, if we could just love those closest to us and find the time to love ourselves a little more I think the world would be in a much less state of crisis.
I’m learning in the midst of the battle to be less like Wonder Woman and more like my Nanna, breathing deeply into my cup of tea, hugging my son and daughter a little longer than is comfortable and telling myself that “I am doing okay”.
This Wonder Woman is retiring from the pressure to “Save the whole world business” and is reminding herself that living a quiet life, smiling at the Sailors next door (even though they drive me crazy) and waving at the old lady across the street is one of the greatest gifts that I can bring to my little patch.
How about you?
Does Wonder Woman need to take off her cape and give herself a day off in your household?