I watched Man of Steel for the second time last night.  Man that Henry guy is hot.  This time around in watching it though I noticed the editing was more like a comic book.  Well, I don’t know if that’s absolute because I don’t read comic books.  I’ve glanced here and there in life but really, I don’t read them.  It was the sharp clip changes that make me say that.  And it’s cool.  I also like the suit they created.  I remember watching a behind-the-scenes, or some short on youtube that explained how they came to the decision of the suit and wardrobe in the movie.  Also pretty cool.  I like all the growling he does, like his super strength is actually being tested.  Maybe could be turned into a drinking game for kicks.  Have a sip of wine of shot of whiskey every time he growls.  Shrug.  Could be fun. What I don’t really get is the story.  Except, I like that. It’s not an origin story.  It’s not a love story.  It’s not even a discovery story I don’t think.  It’s just a dip into the life of this alien that landed on earth.  It’s watching the brief turning point in this alien’s life where he chooses the planet he grew up on, over the planet he was born on.  Could be a parallel to life as we know it or live it, and the choices we make.  Could be a mirror to how it’s not our DNA that decides who we are or what makes a family a family.  Could be many things…I suppose.

I do like that part where he knocks Zod through the cornfield and says “You think you can threaten my mother!?!!”

I had been so convinced that I was depressed–and I was for a while. And that I had such great anxiety–which I did for a while.  That I forgot about time.  Sometimes what we need most is simply, time.  Time to adjust.  Time to heal.  Time to think.  Time to reevaluate.  Time to reflect, and learn.  Time to be alone.  Time to connect.  Time to decompress.

I had been so convinced I was broken, I hadn’t realized time had passed and I had healed.  Some.  Well, a great deal, actually.  I had been so consumed by things that had happened to me, I missed things that were happening with me, or because of me–in a good way. heh.  I had wished so much ache on others that I dismissed the experience *I* had once cleared of a situation.

This year was easier than past years.  But I also worked very hard to be able to say that.  What I didn’t know, or notice, is that each time something came along to challenge me, I didn’t just crumble.  I faced it.  I detached myself for a while, which was in my best interest.  And I’m a better person for it, indeed.  And reattaching myself has been a chore.  Some things don’t fit like they used to, some things that broke I’ve outgrown and instead of going to fix it I chose to let it go.  Some things don’t look, or sound like “me” anymore.  and that’s okay.  And I’ll reflect accordingly in the coming Year in Review post.  But for now, I am thankful simply of time.  The healing time.  The reflecting time, and of course the simple time.