Have you ever been asked who your hero is? I have, I don't think I've ever had an answer... Hero is a hefty word, it's not to be taken lightly... Who is my hero... who swoops in to save me when I've gotten myself into a sticky situation? who inspires me to pick myself up when I fall down? who can I count on to know what to do when I feel broken? who is strong and brave and keeps fighting the good fight? .... I think I'm the hero of my own story, I also think I'm the villain ... I save myself from myself, protect myself from myself and kick myself in the pants when it's time to try again.. that silent sabotage I talked about the other day is just one way I'm-- well, I still don't know if I'm the hero or the villain in that situation but I'll figure it out one of these days ;)
Me being my own hero (and villain) isn't a solo act when I think about it; My soul is fueled by my insanely-wonderful family, my crazy-beautiful friends and thousands of other little things. Todays examples are the welcome silent moments in my mind, the warm sunshine and a cool breeze, a deep salad bowl, the kind of (almost embarrassing) smiles that are hell-bent on forming whether I want to show them or not*, singing in the car, a better than fine hug and new shoes :)
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| yeah, I'm better than fine ;) |
*those can be evil little things; wouldn't you agree? Well not evil exactly; they are something of a betrayal in that I don't necessarily want to show the degree of excitement or happiness that I'm currently experiencing. Or, more often than not, the "betrayal" appears the moment I realize I've said too much and should have stopped already; I don't stop though because I've already embarrassed myself and it's easier to just finish what I was saying instead of playing the "oh never mind" game.
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