So we took on the dragon. While I don’t know if it’s slain, I know it’s languishing in its respective corner.
Meanwhile, I’m over in ours laid out. Tired. Spent.
Because, like the days following a half-marathon or the ressaca do carnaval, the days following a confrontation with an enemy are long. In that time, te pondras a pensar. You will ponder many things. I ponder my integrity and my identity.
Confrontation isn’t in my nature. I’ve gotten better over the last decade about standing up for myself. But I struggle with not becoming what I am fighting. I don’t want to be cruel, judgmental, resentful, or vindictive. I don’t like wishing the worst for others. While doing so may feel satisfying in the moment, it drains me in the long run. I would rather heal and help.
So how do I sustain myself? I go back to the familiar and the beloved. My child.
Family traditions. My faith.
I turn back to that which feeds my soul and that which reminds me of who I am. I am a mujer constantly evolving.