Is it sad that many of my fondest memories of spending time with my family, and now husband, are of us gathered around a video game? Just this past weekend, feeling the blahs, Clinton and I drug out our Super Nintendo (the Nintendo system is broke :-O ) and started up a game of Zelda: A Link to the Past. For those of you (lame-os) that don't know that game, it is an epic rpg from Nintendo from 1992 (US release). It has sold millions of copies (get with the times! I think it's even available on the Wii Virtual console (don't quote me on that, because I don't have a Wii. (Donations accepted))).
Anyway, we had a blast helping each other solve all of the mysteries and fight the battles. We took turns on the controls, though I let him do a good portion! We have a few dungeons left to beat to save the world (of Hyrule) but have stopped now, dizzy but with a sense of nostalgia and accomplishment. It reminds me fully of the times my entire family (mom, dad, two sisters, and I) would gather around the living room to play each new game in the Legend of Zelda series. We worked as a team and shared time together in a way not quite like any other. Through those (long) hours we were truly a unit, a family.
Now, with the kids grown and off on their own adventures, we all have a map (and compass, lol) to go by, to find ways to share with others. All of those moms, those gamer-haters, who want to ban all video games because they cause violence and rot the mind should be reminded of what that little boy who went out into the rainstorm world with only three hearts and lamp could accomplish with the power of family behind him. It's not all bad, eh?
Monday, October 19, 2009
Perfectionism is a mental illness. An insidious one. Seriously, no human being was ever "perfect;" it defeats the purpose of living, to learn and love. And it wrecks any chance of having any sort of self-esteem. Perfectionism is something I suffer from. It affects almost every aspect of my life unless I notice it and make a concerted effort to stamp it out. I almost didn't create a blog because it wouldn't look right, I wouldn't have anything to say, if I did find something to say who would want to read it, add any other lame excuse here. I almost let them be reasons, but my husband is helping me past it. Doing is learning. I love you all, and thanks for reading. :-)