This is my first post, but I’d rather skip the whole, This is my first post and what you should know about me thing. So let’s just pretend like we’re already good friends and that you would totally hold my hair back for me while I drunk puke. Okay? Okay.
The following synopsis of Phineas and Ferb has a point. Stick with me?
This morning I watched the Phineas and Ferb/Marvel Universe crossover episode, Mission Marvel. (Disney’s all, Vertical cross-integration geeky zeitgeist synergy nom nom wheeeeeeee! This, plus acquiring Star Wars, makes my eye twitch a little. But that’s for another post.)
In the episode, Dr. D’s inator accidentally bounces off P & F’s satellite and drains Iron Man, Spider-Man, The Hulk, and Thor’s powers. So, of course, the villains get all villainy and try to destroy everything. Even though the heroes are devoid of power, they refuse to stand by and just let things happen. So they improvise on skateboards and golf carts while Buford’s all What’s up, mothafucka! with a fish. (It totally happened that way, cursing and all.) And you know what? They totally get their asses handed to them without their powers. Red Skull proclaims no one will care about them without their powers.
So as I sat there, bathing in the geeky glow of the tv while my 2 year old jumped on me yelling, Pooper pow-uhs! I thought about how we tend to be as a culture. We honor and lift up strength, especially in adversity. When people’s stories are told, they always highlight things like, Despite both legs being chewed to a bloody pulp by piranhas as she swam down the Amazon, she persevered to the embankment where she promptly birthed sextuplets naturally, all while blogging about the cute labels she used on mason jar drinking glasses.
Yes. That is totally awesome! Bravo! But not everyone can do that, or even wants to do that, and that’s okay. It doesn’t make someone “less than” if their achievement is getting the dishes done while their back is in agony and their kids are screeching at each other like ferrel cats. That was my day yesterday. I live with fibromyalgia, and so that was fucking huge for me.
I think we need to learn, not only to glorify martyrdom, but to find celebration and value in our weaknesses. They allow us to need each other, to connect with one another. They make us evaluate, not only who we want to be, but who we need to be. For me, fibro has given me an opportunity to slow down and really reflect on me. Who am I? What am I capable of? What am I not capable of? I think it’s given me the gift of forgiveness when others have their weak moments. Most of all, it’s allowed me to see the value in small victories: taking a walk around the block; reading to my daughters; cooking dinner; not losing my temper; writing a blog post.
No matter how much (or how little) strength you have, you and the things you choose to do, have value.
…unless you’re a troll. Take that over in the corner. No one wants to see that shit.