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Learning You Can Change: My Experience Watching A Tale As Old As Time

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You could hear a pin drop when the movie ended. Even the baby by me stopped crying. The brief silence was then followed with the theatre bursting in applause.

But let’ back up. Let me restart the song, “Evermore,” on YouTube. Here goes.

Hours before…

It was past three and I knew I should get going. I was home alone and a little nervous. Yep. I went by myself but had the little butterflies you get before a date. (Let’s just channel Gaston to make me feel better–of course anyone would get giddy if they went on a date with me!)

But I wasn’t necessarily alone. My parents were already watching Beauty and the Beast in California. My sister and sister-in-law and perhaps my brother, were going to see it later in Texas. So we were all seeing Beauty and the Beast at least a half hour together.

So, maybe twenty minutes in, I got this text from my Mom:
“Hope you are enjoying the show! It is so fun! Love, Mom.”

(Don’t worry. I silenced my phone and would reply after.)

So my mom was so there. I could so feel her presence. When a new sort-of-favorite character was pointed out by Gaston, I gasped and imagined myself turning to her and my sister. We would be saying things like. “It’s her.” “Yes! Yes!” “It’s the—” Then there would be a “Shhh!”

Wait, have to restart “Evermore.” (Sorry Josh Groban; I’m listening to Dan Stevens. I just want stay close to the movie. =)

I know the exact moments I would have interacted with them. Then further in the movie, I got a text from my Dad. I saw it had a picture on it. After the movie, I opened the text that was forward to me and my sisters and saw that it was a picture of my parents dressed in their green shirts holding hands in front of The Beauty and the Beast movie poster.

Then I had the thought.

This is what the movie’s about.

Just pure love and true kindness.

One of my favorite moments was when the um, beggar woman, took care of Maurice. The whole movie was super, but amidst the special effects and extravagance, the tender moments like those stood out to me.

So now let’s go back to the moment the movie was over. Well, it wasn’t really over; the credits were beautiful. The elderly gentleman next to me told his wife, “Boy they have a lot of people working on these movies.”

This couple, maybe six other people, and myself stayed for the entire credits. But I felt like I was almost (almost) with my parents who also most likely stayed through the credits too.( Oh, yeah, at the very beginning of the movie, the man was closing his eyes, and his wife was smiling at the screen, wide-eyed, I thought, This is so like my family.)

So, of course I recommend it! Even the Texas crew loved it. I agree with my sister-in-law that it was better than expected. Absolutely loved it!

The whole experience was refreshing. Learning you were wrong definitely applies to me here.

Okay, one more time listening to “Evermore.”

Or maybe one hundred.

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The Return of the Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast

Being three decades old, I know it’s hard when people give advice freely—especially about marriage. There was a recent meeting/discussion about the topic. I liked what was said, but it made me think of two past posts I wrote. I hope those in the discussion will read this as well as those who contacted me right after I posted those articles! New readers of course are always welcomed.

Last year, I compared myself to the (non-Disney) Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beauty. In the Little Mermaid post I told how I related to the little sea princess mainly because past hopes and heartbreaks. I would also like to add the reason I have a problem with the story is she died after that heartbreak. That’s an easy way out. It’s harder but to live. That’s where my comparisons with her stop.

As for Beauty and for the Beast, it was about how I fell in love with myself by coming to the realization I have surprising accomplishments. (They’re surprising to me anyway.) And how it’s important to live.

The thing is, I still am connected with all these fairy tale characters.

Like the Little Mermaid, I have a fascination with discoveries and sometimes wonder too much. There are times I wish I could be more like her—take risks. Yes, caution is necessary but I think there are situations when it’s appropriate to step into the unknown.

As for Beauty and the Beast, I still see the beauty and ugly in me. I’ll never forget the night when I came to the unexpected conclusion that I loved myself. I’m telling you, it’s a wonderful experience falling in love—even if it is with yourself.

I guess I have no real advice about finding the one—which can be refreshing. Hopefully, though, my story will help others.

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Did Catherine the Beauty Know Petrus the Beast Before They Got Married?

The “characters” from the supposedly real story of Beauty and the Beast (Catherine and Petrus Gonsalvus) are mysterious.

Here’s a big mystery: Did Catherine actually know she was going to marry Petrus Gonsalvus?

It’s portrayed in the Smithsonian documentary’s “The Real Story of Beauty of Beauty and the Beast,” that she had no idea. I believe, however, that she had an inkling. I’m open to the possibility that perhaps they hadn’t talked to each other, but the chances are high that she knew of the Queen and King’s “experiment” to raise the wolf man as a gentleman. Catherine’s father had been a servant in the royal household and so had access to court gossip.

Do you think my theory of Catherine knowing about her husband-to-be is more probable than Catherine being the clueless bride?

Image taken from Joris Hoefnagel’s Animalia Rationalia et Insecta, Plate I. Public Domain.

 Text Copyright (c) by herstoryline.com and Sarah Patten

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The Beauty and Beast Within Me: A Love Story

Weeks ago, I found myself packing up again and writing as usual on a Saturday night. My heart started thumping hard. I realized something.

I fell in love.

Setting Priorities
The night before my twenty-ninth birthday was bittersweet. I wrote of my frustrations of the past and hope for the future since I hadn’t accomplished as much as I wanted. I also went to a church meeting that evening. I arrived late and sat in the way back. I became frightened when I heard the speaker’s name.

From his comments, I gathered that it was his wife—along with her associates—who hurt me emotionally. I had worked at healing those wounds for years. I don’t think they still have any idea how deep the hurt went. The speaker said another thing that caught my attention: “A story without two sides is like a very flat pancake.”

I knew what I needed to do. Before I turned twenty-nine, I needed to forgive her and her friends. I needed to say hi to her after the meeting. I was scared, texted my family who knew the grief she caused me, and asked for their prayers.

After the meeting, I rushed up to her. She recognized me but couldn’t remember my name. But pretty soon we were talking about her life. It was a satisfactory chat.

I was still confused about things when I arrived home. Yet I felt I could let go. I wrote in my journal that night:

“You can still change your story while forgiving. I can change my story while appreciating the past. I don’t have to be stuck. I can move on.”

I forgave her and her friends that night. That was a number one priority. It opened doors for me. The Lord blessed me with more knowledge afterwards—especially in the areas of human nature and psychology.

Looking for the Good
Any adult who’s constantly mistaken for younger will understand when I say this:

Youthful looks can be a curse.

The “you’ll like it when you’re older,” statement is no compliment.

There are those who mean well. But looking younger adds complications in workplace and social settings as well as feelings of belittlement.

Someone surprised me with a never before heard comment after he discovered my age: “I guess that’s what happens when you don’t drink or smoke.”

I can’t express my shock and gratitude!

It made me realized I had been doing some things right. That epiphany was life changing. Though I still strive to look older, that incident certainly made me wiser.

Appreciating What I Have Done
Into the summer, I was still unhappy with poor decisions I made in life.  I was counseled to “Appreciate all that you have accomplished.”

I started pondering not really my accomplishments but what I took away from that. Different kinds of strength. More empathy.

I also thought of things I completed the last year. Things I never dreamed I could do. It’s refreshing when you’re wrong sometimes.

Loving Quietly
Now go back to that Saturday night. Surrounded by boxes and pen in hand, I wrote poems about those I truly admire. I admire them because of their quiet actions they take to help people. I’m attracted to that kind of thing. Then I figured out I had unconsciously developed some of their wonderful habits but felt like an individual at the same time.  I smiled when I went back to my poem. I ended my prose with:

“Hey everyone! I love me!”

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Now that’s a huge transformation!

I want to express gratitude to those who see the good in me and know I can improve. I know there’s so much more I need to work on. However, knowing that I have already conquered beasts me confidence that I can conquer again.

There’s beauty in the transformation.

Photos by Sarah Patten