I think we need to have guardians of our treasures: something to guard that which makes us rich from the rest of the world. So we build our towers and invite our dragons to come and stand watch. We create our own victim hood when we realize we've become prisoners of our own design.
It's exhausting. My dragon is more like a bucolic bouncer, standing at velvet ropes and breathing out bile and disapproval when he isn't bouncing worthless young men out of the club. He mitigates my fears... He thinks he's protecting me from the world and myself, but he can't... And I don't think my inner princess needs to wait to come out from behind him until someone has proven himself both beautiful and bold... She isn't waiting for someone valiant who will be her soft place to land... She's working on her sword fighting and teaching the dragon how to dance.
No comments:
Post a Comment