It can be small acts that take one outside what is, at the time, accepted behaviour. Back in the late 1970’s I went to a Saturday morning movie. Alone.
The movie I saw that fateful day, way back then was “Star Wars” and for me it marked a special place. Women back then weren’t that interested in science fiction. Hardly surprising as so many sci-fi films were just an unusual setting for horror stories. I had discovered science-fiction as a reading genre and wanted to see a movie, in case that extended my pleasure to another visual level.
(As we didn’t have TV in my youth; back then I was unaware of the TV nations enjoyment of Star Trek, or I wouldn’t have felt it was such a different thing to do.)
None of my friends would have understood. I mentioned it to one and the look of “I’m not sure what you are up to”, quelled my speaking of it. Yet in secret I watched and waited for the next two Star Wars movies to come out. And each time, sneaked out secretly on a Saturday morning to watch.
So we slowly break down the walls around us, by the small steps, each taken courageously, breaking barriers that seem impenetrable, yet when you tackle them are merely mists appearing solid.
Today I think nothing of toddling off to a movie alone. I pick one of the closer ones to me (both places allow you to take in coffee) and off I go for my coffee-and-movie, alone.
I wonder if I’m still breaking any of the barriers today. If not; maybe I should be looking at them, for one that, in my own little world, needs a serious ‘busting’.