This weekend, I watched the latest Mission: Impossible installment- The Final Reckoning (is it really the final one? Who knows anymore?). What I do know is that this franchise has lived a long life powered by Tom Cruise’s energy, charisma, and refusal to slow down. And, while this latest film was probably 45 minutes too long, with enough flashbacks to rival a therapy session, I walked away from it with some unexpected feels.
First off, yes — Tom Cruise is finally starting to show his age. He’s human! He’s still sprinting, still jumping off cliffs, but now there’s just the faintest echo of mortality behind the jaw clench. Second, that underwater scene was stunning! But maybe needed a little more tension. Third, the biplane scene? Classic Cruise madness and his age didn’t stop him. Now, some issues. The masks? Not nearly enough of them for a supposed farewell. The plot? Convoluted. I mean, even my dream journal makes more linear sense some days. Who were all these new people in the cast who I couldn’t quite track? Seems like hedging the bets for a possible future movie.
And yet, there’s a line near the end: “The son of a b*tch did it. He did it again” that made me well up. Because yes, he did do it again. Thirty years of impossible missions, and he still came through. That line hit me not just as a fan, but as a human trying to make sense of my own sequels. My own rewrites. My own stunts.
Maybe I won’t rewatch this one every year. But I needed that ending. That little whisper of resilience. The reminder that even if things feel too long, too twisted, too exhausting, it’s still possible to pull it off. Again.
So this week, if you find yourself underwater (literally or metaphorically), just remember: the mission may be impossible, but you? You’ve done harder things before.
And if Tom Cruise can climb and balance on a biplane at 60+? You can send that email, finish that draft, or say no to that 9 p.m. meeting invite.
Let’s go. Cue the music.
Categories: Culture, current events, Film, identity, Pop Culture, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
I’ve not seen a single Mission Impossible but I did watch the TV series. I like the message here. We can do hard things over & over again.
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“Let’s Go. Cue the Music.” If You Insist i’ll
Probably Use ‘Hotel California’ Hehe and Change
The Name of the Song at the End of the Beginning Again…
“Mission (Im)Possible” Smiles Dear Miriam
i’ve Used that Word Play Before
And Continue to Do it No Matter
The Naysayers That Came Early
Or Still Do Occasionally Yet
Not Recently For Sure
As True i’ve Reached a Point
in Human Evolution in One Lifetime
Hehe Where the Naysayers Tend to
Keep a ‘Safe’ Distance From Me HAha…
Yet It’s True even though
i Still Leg Press 1540
Pounds 12 Reps at
the Military Gym
Just Warming
Up with a Mix
of Free Style
Ballet and Martial
Arts Dance Not Much
Different than the 21,828
Miles of Public Dance in 140
Months ALonG With 14.1 MiLLioN
Words of Free Verse Poetry of Which
11 MiLLioN Words are included in Facebook
Series of Around 18 Profile Pics in the Description
Areas Thereof Fully Illustrating 8 Thousand or So Word Poetic
Mini-Stories
For the Last 8 Years
In that “FB Profile Pic Bible”
Just a Subchapter of the Longest
EPiC Long Form Poem of “SonG oF mY SoUL”
Yep at 14.1 MiLLioN Words Also Celebrating
9 Years of “Nether Land Bible” Just another
Subchapter at 12.6 MiLLioN Words True my
Peers and Even Teachers Told
me i Was Just a Dreamer
There is No Way i Would
Ever Amount to Anything
Too Weak Too Strange on the
Autism Spectrum With No Words
Until Age 4 Continuing On too Androgynous
Even Confused as an Ugly Girl Instead of A Boy
In Middle
School Spit
on For even Daring
to Smile With Threat
of Further Bodily Harm
In a Town of So-called Christian
Marching Soldier Boys and even Girls
Who Said Boys are Not Allowed to Smile
in this Town Nope Not at the City Park
And Surely Not in the Halls of Middle
School Back then even at Work for
The Military As Kindness Towards
Others Viewed and Judged
As Weakness for Man
Hood Then too Yet You
Know What my Mission
(I’mPossible) Then too In TRumP Town
USA Was Just to Be A Man oF LoVE iN Peace
How Ironic They Killed off THeiR ‘Super Hero’
Before i
Even Existed
IN this Mill Town
Once Called Scratch
Ankle for the Briars
on the River Bank
And Literally
‘Hell’ Before
That as the
Folks Weren’t
Particularly Nice
Seeding a Locality
in the Record Books
Once listed as Having
the Most Churches Per Capita
of Any Locality in the Entire World
Per Guinness Accolades Back then Yes This Metro Area
Also Assessed By Social Science Study As A Most Difficult
Place to Be Different in the United States
Still Filled With Military Installations and
Churches Now Yet of Course Sadly They Killed
The Original
Coke Spirit of
‘Jesus’
And Replaced
LoVE iN Peace
With ‘TRuMP World’
Yuck the New Coke
From the Beginning
Of ‘Hell’ Still Existing Now
Yet Guess What They Didn’t Kill
my SMiLe They Didn’t Kill my Dance
They Didn’t Kill mY SonG as my Name
(one of many)
Is ‘Bugs
Bunny’
And ‘Elmer
Fudd’ Will
Never Be
Able to
Stunt Double Me
Just too Many Rabbit
Holes Beyond Elmer’s
Gun Toting Intelligence Hehe…
When Still in ‘Rome’ Blend in
Be Way too Big to See Hehe
At Most You Might Get
Deleted or Banned
Or
Ghosted
Yet These
Folks are
too Glued
to Their Dam
Smart Phones
These Days to
Lift Any Real Finger of Harm…
It’s True i Practically Had to go
to Hell for 66 Months to Beat Their
System And Rise Again in Heaven
Yet IT’s a ‘Yellow Submarine’ Far
Below and Above Their Sight
‘Captain
Salt’
Enduring
Still at the
Helm as i Reach
Medicare Age on June 6th Hehe…
HAha Yet that came for me at age 49
Permanently Disabled With No Prognosis
For Recovery i Never Cared About Making
Money Anyway even small i Just Wanted to
Test the Limits of all my Human Potentials Still to come
And i Still Do No Matter If Anyone is Looking or Not as
i am Naked Enough Whole Complete i am a real human a
real man
with no
need of
human
Lies to
Support my Mission
So What if i Couldn’t Speak Until 4
So What if they Called me Weak And
Insisted i Was a Girl as A Boy So What
If They Didn’t Understand Life is Still a
Joy and Always Worth a Smile to Give Share
Care Heal for Free For All And So What If they Killed
Off Their Super
Hero And
Replaced
Him with
The Un-Redeemed
Orange Grinch Who
Doesn’t even Have a
Dog to Save His Soul
Like my Only Dog Charlie
in Middle School my Only
FRiEnD Felt Outside Family then
Riding Home on the Bus Vickie
And Her Mean Girl FRiEnDS Taunting
me About Having Eyelashes Just Like a Girl
Looking Out the Bus Window Trying to Escape
Their Taunts Charlie on the Side of the Road Escaping
the Fence to Meet and Greet me Once Again at the Bus Stop
That Day Yet Somehow at Least He Let me Know He didn’t
Run
Away
From me
Indeed the Greatest
Gift A FRiEnD Blessed
Most i am to Be Just
Another F R E D iN FRiEnD…
That Much Charlie Taught
me All the Rest Doesn’t even really matter…
@ALL
LoVE iN
Peace is
Possible
to Hell With
Those Who Live
Where They Do
To Tear Others down….
We All Live Our Unique
Self Fulfilling Prophecies Indeed…
With Or Without the Gift of SMiLes and Tears
to Just
Love
One
Another
Agape Style All
i Am So Disappointed in
The People Who Live Here
Who Support The Harm of So
Many Other Innocent Folks Now
Yet That Won’t Stop me from being me…
They didn’t
Then and
They Sure
As ‘Hell’
Won’t Now
From the Halls
Of Heaven Within For Real
Every Day ALWaYS Now a New
Door
to
OPeN Free…
mY Personal
Style of ‘Hotel Florida’..:)
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