What are you afraid of?

Well, I decided tonight to do something that I've never done before. I was mowing the grass, and I felt a desire to be adventurous. Not really like jump off a building get an adrenaline rush, adventurous, but more of the, I need to face a fear today, kind. So, I did a mental check list of all the things that I could potentially do that would be new to me. The first one that came to mind was, go to the movies. Now, those of you who know me, or have read earlier on in my blog, I don't go to movies alone. However, I felt today was as good of a day as any to face the fear. I figured since I already have conquered eating out alone, which I can proudly say no longer makes me feel nervous at all, it was time to conquer this one.
So, I set out on my journey. I had gone through the list of movies the beautiful Capital 8 is showing this weekend, and I debated on which ones to go to. Now, this was a hard decision because I want to see almost everyone in the theaters right now, but I settled on 42. The awe inspiring experience of Jackie Robbinson, the first African American man in Major League Baseball. Really, it's a movie that's right up my alley on all levels. But, I'm jumping ahead of myself.
I left the house and by the time I reached the highway, I had almost decided to turn around. But, I thought to myself, "Marie (I often refer to myself by my middle name because I'm usually scolding myself and really it only seems right) you will go to this movie, and you will like it." So, I continued on to the theater and took this photo to show my excitement for what lie ahead.

So, I got there, and the first thing I realized was everyone else had the exact same idea I did. I hadn't thought about it being opening weekend, on a Saturday night, of Iron Man 3. People were dressed up and there was a pretty long line. My palms began to sweat a little bit just thinking about waiting in line to buy a ticket, alone. I know, stupid. But, I waited in line, between a teen couple, who obviously were in love, I could tell by the awful amount of PDA they were displaying in front of me, and a guy who seemed to be venturing out alone like me. For some reason that gave me a little courage. I then obtained popcorn and a root beer, totally blowing my diet, but I was ok with it because I had already decided I was going to make this my supper, as unhealthy as that is. Walked to the line, passing Iron man and some man with a fake gun and a mohawk, gave the guy my ticket and did the walk of, what felt like, shame.

The movie was all the way at the end of the hallway. I turned in, quickly chose my seat as to not be noticed, and sat down 2nd row from the back. I, however, unknowingly left myself in a very vulnerable place. I had 2 empty seats on my left and right. The lights went down quickly, so I did not feel like I was being stared at, so that was a plus. Soon, 2 ladies walked in and wanted on the inside of where I was sitting. I stood up, let them in and the movie began. Little did I know the ladies next to me where going to be the most empowering women that could have set next to me in this movie. I felt like we almost became friends durning the movie. They talked, which the people in front of us weren't too happy about, responded to the movie, which honestly some pretty funny commentary, shouted and clapped. At some point in the movie, one of Jackie's teammates stood up for him, and I even responded out loud. The ladies laughed at me, and I apologized, but they encouraged me to carry on. I was pretty quiet most of the movie, until Jackie began to steal 2 bases, kind of giving a silent middle finger to the racist pitcher. When he was running, I got really excited and just hollered out. Luckily, the ladies beside me were also overcome with joy, and scream "Go Jackie, you show 'em" The movie came to a close and of course, I cried, as I do in most moving movies. I think I cried 1. because the movie has made me realize how far America has come in such a short time on the issue of race and 2. because of just how much Jackie had to put up with in going first.
In the movie Jackie says to the Pirates pitcher, "What are you afraid of?" and then repeats it to himself. As cheesy as this is going to sound, in that moment I felt dumb for fearing going to the movies alone. Compared to what he went through, I'm just being a big old baby.
So, needless to say, I enjoyed myself. I'm grateful for the ladies that sat next to me, and I am thankful for the challenge to face fears. I will be returning to the movies by myself again, and who knows maybe I'll face a new fear again soon.