Sometimes, there are aspects of our personalities that can either be a Godsend or a hendrance; it all depends on the situation. For me, I find that managing my inner warrior is a HUGE challenge.
First of all, the problem is that over the past few years, I've actually felt somehow obligated to tamper down aspects my strong personality and intellect. So many insecurities and subtle manipulative pressures encouraged me to be, well, less me.
The result as been disastrous, a pitiful attempt to crush my own spirit when my soul continuously demands to sing, to be heard, to communicate. It's my calling to use my words to connect with as many people on this planet as I can, and instead of listening to it, I've been hiding from myself and have been mad at the world for not taking the time to search for me.
It's a good feeling to rediscover my innate talents, embrace my raw imperfections, the very fallacies that make me so vulnerable and bring-it-on at the same time. No, I'm not perfect, but I OWN my shortcomings. Surely, I recognize them, and I strive to improve myself daily, but I will not – and should not – feel obligated to apologize for simply being human.
For the longest time, I've tried to convince myself that the Warrior within me lay dormant, sleeping under the sedative effects of self-inflicted suppression. Now, I know that she has always been awake, wide awake – but simply biding her time and growing stronger.
I'm not quite certain what battles lie ahead, but for now, I'm content knowing that at the moment, I'm no longer battling myself.