My little sister was mortified. Her big sister, me, was up out of her seat, feverishly boxing the air, almost screaming at Rocky Balboa’s opponent, whom–it seemed–was giving her favorite character the pounding of his life.
Big Sister Jennifer had gotten herself caught up in somebody else’s movie.
Chic had mentally jumped INTO THE RING.
She not only disturbed the flow of the film, but subsequently raised the blood pressure of almost everyone around her.
Her emotions were all over the place, and as the well-animated script continued its bounce around the theater, was in that moment, totally oblivious to her reality having gone awry.
Life is like a movie isn’t it?
There are scripts playing all day & all night. Inside and outside on the screens of our minds.
Are they real, or rife with fear and bent out of shape emotions?
We often allow ourselves to be primed to believe them, most of the time, and unconsciously reactive too much of the time.
Rarely do we, unless awareness suddenly kicks in, ever say…
“Not My movie!”
What is reality? Not someone else’s but our reality?? This doesn’t have to mean that.
Maybe comparing “the movie” to our life experiences so it fits isn’t the way to go either.
What are our perceptions of reality, what we see, think, and feel?
How are they serving us?
How are we affected by the on-screen antics of others in our own homes, on our street, at work, in our state, around our planet?
Does what we imagine to be real, our truth, or is it somebody else’s well constructed drama, a story board of total and complete bull hockey?
Do we associate with every little thing that gets our fists balled into tight pulsating knots, or are we able to disassociate from people and things that seek our negative emotional attention and say:
“Not My Movie!”
Are you tangled up in some movie reel right now?
Is a dramatic, downright scary, totally fake, motion picture of sorts being projected in or around your life this minute?
IS it possible that you can break the stream, rewrite the pattern, get a refund for your ticket, wave bye bye and say…
“Not My Movie!?”
By the way, Big Sis Jennifer has learned not to get sucked into realities that don’t belong to her.
When she views somebody else’s movie today, she simply observes.
When it gets tough to do that, she mentally chews a little buttered popcorn, takes a gulp of Coke, and without being abhorred by everyone around her says:
“Not My Movie!”
How Close to the Screen