I was so inspired by Ananda Leeke’s seminar at the Blissdom ’12 Conference that I’m writing about some of the archetypes living inside me. I’ll list and describe each (some have names, some don’t…yet) one briefly:
The little girl inside of me, Ernie (my childhood nickname).
Ernie is quiet and befriends ladybugs. Her short, crooked pigtails compliment her freckled face. When she gets a new book she scampers away with it, gobbling up each page. Sometimes she dances when she’s alone. She’s careful with her friendships and often gets lost, even with a map.
The warrior inside of me.
Planks. Rivulets of sweat. Tree pose. Barely wobbling ankle, strong arms. She balances effortlessly and looks fear in the face while preparing for battle. Don’t try to cross her more than once, and certainly not more than twice–she won’t have it. She pummels demons to the ground for wrongdoing and fights until she wins.
The relentless critic inside of me, Alpha.
Alpha sneers at her reflection in mirrors. She loathes every aspect of herself, having learned to do so from Self Deprecation, her best friend. Her neck hurts from looking up at everyone she’s placed on pedestals high above, like trophies.
The daredevil inside of me, Sasha.
Sasha gets tattoos and pierces her ears all the way up. She wears her favorite red patent leather stilettos on roller coasters. She tells people she loves them even though they might not say it back. She scatters her secrets all over her blog like seeds. Sometimes you have to dig to find them, while others are perched right atop the soil.
There are more, but perhaps I’ll save them for another post.
Who are your inner women/men? I want to hear all about them.