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I have a new Fairy Godfather recently—two actually, but this particular one made me realize something powerful:
This Sister Goddess needs to get out of her own way.
I’ve been humble, asking permission, beating myself up. People who know me well don’t get how I don’t treat myself better, respect myself more. They see this fabulous, glorious creature who has the power to set her own world aflame. My usual habit is to say something self-deprecating here, but what if I stopped thinking like that? What if I began each day like the force of nature I want to be? What if I finished that screenplay—the story that so many people have told me they want to see in a theater, that moves them and excites them? What if I asked for the job I want and can do magnificently, instead of the job my résumé says I’m qualified for? What if I felt proud of my life, instead of feeling like I’m struggling?
I need to take better care of this goddess, make her physically stronger, get her more money, give her more interesting problems to conquer, more men to dazzle with the smile I know damned well can transform the mood of the person I aim it at.
That inner goddess is bored, numb. She needs to stretch her wings and fly. People I respect are telling me that she’s magnificent. It’s time to let her out.
