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Snow White and the Huntsman

Warning, this is not a movie review!

Yes, I just watched Snow White and the Huntsman, and although I had average expectations for it, (not a small degree because of biased expectations against Kristen Stewart’s acting); I actually totally enjoyed it, in fact I thought it was freaking epic. Not only that, Kristen turned out to be totally awesome too.

Placing all thoughts of cute/fierce chicks in armour aside; I’m curious to note my internal reactions to the movie as a whole, as I find I’m left with very conflicting emotions. (As I always am after epic movies)

First, there’s the male protagonist; feeling his strength and courage vicariously surging around my mirror neurons, I find myself filled with hope, purpose, and a teeth-gritting determination to “Let come what may – come hell, or high water!”.  A good feeling for a movie to leave you with.

On the other end is the female hero; she’s cute, fierce, and determined, she has purpose and passion. And I can’t help thinking to myself…(Read this next bit in a strong William Wallace Scottish accent)…

“It’s bloody hard enough in this world for a man to be who he wants to be…who he knows he’s supposed to be; But is it even possible for that man to meet a woman who’s the equal of who he’s supposed to be….if he can’t even get to there himself?”

Hmmm, you have to say it like it sounds as though you can’t make up your mind whether to spit on the floor or stab someone in the face; probably do both, but which one first? Let me re-phrase it though…

*How can I expect to meet a woman equal to the man I want to be, when I can’t seem to first be that man myself?*

– – – Edit 2/5/2016 – – –

The answer it seems to be, is to find someone who isn’t yet, but wants to be that woman equal to that man… and then grow there together.

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Toxic Perfection

I’m a perfectionist and its probably killing me from the inside out.

I hold myself to a standard that is a thousand times higher than I expect of others, yet for an unknown reason, I’m always surprised and hurt when I consistently fail it. Talk about stupid huh?! I fear failure like a snake in the dark, and then I set myself up for exactly that.

If I can’t reach the mark with something, I won’t touch it with a ten foot pole.
Its all or nothing…in every area of my life.

All or nothing sounds like a great life motto, but its actually prideful arrogance and fearful insecurity covered in the cloak of determination and the pursuit of excellence.

All to often, I’m unable to give something my all, so I give it nothing. There are vast areas of my life where I’m missing enjoyment and possibilities, because I’m scared of the first-time stepping in the door and failing.

Let’s get down to the serious brass tacks of the situation…

Problem: Perfectionist to a fault
Solution: Accept risk of failure

Us perfectionists have to become vulnerable, and be willing to fail. We have to force ourselves to try something new and dangerous because we might like it, rather than not trying it simply because we might not like it or we might fail at it. (…I think that makes sense?)

I’m not saying you and I have to accept failure; we just have to accept the risk of it.

This ranges from taking up a new sport or making that job change, to simply trying something new on the menu today. (Or asking that cute receptionist out… go on, you know the one I mean.)

Here’s to the delightfully painful resignation of casting off from ‘sound reasoning’, and setting full sails in the winds of chance and possibility; Cheers!

 

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