Awhile ago I added a suffix to my warrior name. My inner
warrior’s full name is now Zelda Stormcrow Dreamchaser. She wears an eye patch
over her missing right eye, has silver hair, and is a kick ass blend of modern
renegade military soldier, fantasy sorceress and dragon-slaying knight.
My departure for Europe is now a mere 36 hours away, and ZSD
has been on my mind a lot. I have no real expectations of my trip beyond seeing
some beautiful sights, drinking some delicious beer and sleeping in some
bug-ridden accommodations, but of course, the prospect that it will change both
myself and my life is a little hard to ignore. But it’s not as if the Travel
Gods just come down to earth with a clipboard and a checklist to find out what
specifically about yourself and the way you live your life you’d like to have
change while abroad.
This is why Zelda Stormcrow Dreamchaser has taken up such a
large swathe of my imagination over the past couple of weeks. As a warrior, she
is a master of the sword, bow, gun, martial arts, magical spells, riding
horses, driving sports cars and being great. And these are all very important
skills for an inner warrior to have. The only problem is, the demons I need to
face abroad cannot be sliced, shot, punched, magicked or driven down. They need
to be laughed at.
If ZSD is to be my symbol of fearlessness, then she has to
stare down my phobia of being embarrassed and making mistakes , and not only know that she can turn them into dust in
seconds, but do it with a twinkle of hilarity and mischief in her deep, dark
eye.
And then go have a dance party.
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