I just finished watching Darkest Hour. Before I read all the negative “not accurate, fiction vs history” reviews, I want to report that I enjoyed it. 4 out of 5 stars. I like having my soul stirred because then I can face the truth that I live every day. This is how I feel about us – the United States. We must stand our ground on what matters – our native soul being one of them. (ha that’s one of those Freudian slips – meant to type soil but soul works too). Freedom is another. Anyway, I highly recommend it. Now I am ready to watch Dunkirk which kind of scared me before.
I am always quick to meld my soul with the message or perhaps a particular character in a story or movie and find the life application.
I feel the aging process gaining ground on me and I hate it. I’ve allowed it too much leeway already. While I am doing more walking and testing myself with house cleaning tasks I’ve put off, I have not tried my “mettle” enough lately. When did standing on a step stool and cleaning off the layer of grease and dust on top of the fridge become so difficult? And it’s not just the physical, it’s the mental and identity struggles. I don’t really even know what I can or can’t do anymore because I’ve been afraid to try.
What takes courage about all this? Going it alone with my sword to break the thorny vines that are growing around the castle. How did the British fight off Hitler? They stood together and they got outside help. I need to connect with my family and friends who are also fighting the aging battle and we need outside help.
As I have expressed before, I am not a social person. Yet herein lies the strength I need. I am both a leader and a follower, yet I’ve isolated myself. But that has to change if I am to win this battle. And it’s not a battle where the victor walks away with the prize, it’s a battle to stand my ground for the next 20 years or however long I may survive this life. The courage to continue requires others.