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FEBRUARY 28-DAY CHALLENGE
Day Eighteen: Are you a lover or a fighter?
Is one better than the other?
When asked if I’m a lover or a fighter, can I cheat and admit I love to fight? I mean, I must because, with me, nothing is easy. What should run smoothly doesn’t because I stand in my way. If the sea is calm, I add waves. If the air is breezy, I stir the wind into turbulence. What would life be without adversity? I’m not sure I’ll ever know.
Because I love the fight — enjoy the struggle. If everything were copesetic, life would turn bland. This mindset comes from the past. It’s called our patterns. As a child living in a chaotic world, I learned you couldn’t trust life. You must always stand on guard if you want to survive. Although this belief is outdated, it’s my go-to. Who would I be if I’m no longer a fighter — a person who battles her demons willingly, accepting new challenges?
Would I automatically become a lover? You know, the woman who looked at life through rose-coloured glasses, believing every person I met was a friend. I’d immerse myself in nature, adopt many animals, engage in hobbies, and love all of humanity. I know people like this, but it just isn’t me. At least not yet, but maybe one day. The day I can rest my suit of armour on a closet hook because I’ve convinced myself I’ll be all…
