Wannabe Warrior: Breaking Free of the Dirty Little Lies That Keep Us Small

It turns out that my name means "warrior". This definition doesn't suit me at all. Warriors are badass, fearless and when the wind blows their billowing hair, their luscious locks don't get stuck in their lip gloss. I, on the other hand, am usually a hot mess of anxiety and fear. I can make a hard choice, when necessary, but tend to do so only after over-thinking, over-analyzing and crying a little bit. I want to become a warrior, but my journey has been neither easy, nor graceful. When fear overtakes me, I remind myself to stop and listen to the whisperings of my inner warrior. Then I fight every urge to run in the opposite direction. I refuse to run anymore. If I am still, just for a moment, I may be able to overcome my fear. I am not a warrior, yet. I'm still working on it. I am a warrior-in-training, a wannabe warrior.