September 22, 2013
I am working on a mask of a warrior. My warrior within. It's the fierce beast of a being that is needed to protect me from narcissists, pretend friends, and wolves in sheep's clothing. I want the beast to be so foreboding that the mean spirited individual senses it can't mess with me and doesn't bother. I want to have keen instinct to know who is who. I have to develop instinct. I'm reminded of Maya Angelo's core strength of knowing what love is and what it isn't, and her ability to shout it out when Nogood came her way.