On the scale of delightfully strange jobs, talking to dragons is probably near the top.
But now that it’s been a few years, I probably need to stop claiming that channeling unicorns and hurling light with Archangel Michael is weird.
Not that it is or isn’t, especially as jobs go, but because it’s mostly my way of trying to make people more comfortable. Like, “hahaha, I know I’m crazy but what can you do?”
Yes, making people comfortable is generally a good thing, a kind thing, but not when it means diluting yourself for common consumption.
Recognizing my worth has been one of my greatest challenges. It’s tangled up in owning my weird, allowing myself to receive, and … oh my god this is all exhausting. Like, I just got really tired and want to take a nap now.
Part of me just wants to wash my hands of the whole thing, but that’s the problem with Talking To Dragons As a Job (TM). You have to keep plowing through these self-constructed webs. You don’t get to stop, because then you won’t be as effective. (And might not be able to make rent.)
I want to be effective. I want to know my worth, not just as an intellectual concept but as something I fully embody and never have reason to question.
So what would the dragons tell me about this? If I can talk to dragons, may as well ask them for help when I’m riding the struggle bus.
Hi, dragons! How can I recognize and feel my worth?
“By knowing that the wounds of your childhood do not need to inform your adulthood. By steeping in the joy of each moment and knowing that life is ever-changing and you are never stuck. You are never trapped. You are always loved and supported and in divine hands. Surrender into those hands and give yourself a goddamn break.”
(Sometimes the dragons swear.)
Choosing joy and play and fulfillment and abundance sometimes feels harder than anything you could ever do. This is why I talk to dragons. This is why I teach this stuff. Because we teach what we need to learn.