Prodigal Poet: An Ecclectic Offering on God, Shakespeare, and the Beatles

* This is part 6 of a series of posts that explore my struggles with self-esteem, weight, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, and the very difficult task of trying to be my fullest self in a world that constantly demands more than what I am. Because this subject is so vast and most of my life has been spent swimming in its waters in some form or another I thought it best to break it up . . . also so as to not bore you to death! Some of you may not be able to relate, but I hope that you will find it interesting anyway. And perhaps you will be better able to understand someone in your life. Some of you may be able to relate and I hope that you will know that you are not the only one -- that the journey may be long, but progress is progress. Remember that no matter how small it may feel, you still are not the same person that you were yesterday. And that is something to celebrate! For Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 please scroll below . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *...

I thought of something intriguing today . . . So far I've spent all of my adulthood trying to slay a few different dragons, different but related: 1. Stomping out a bad self-esteem and nurturing a good one up from the musty basement. 2. Telling fears to go screw themselves and find new boundaries for my comfort zoning map 3. Figuring out how to make the seven year old and the seventy year old in me fuse into one cohesive person. 4. Be happy. Basically numbers 2-4 stem from issue number 1 -- the mischievous, little . . . no, exasperatingly huge thorn in my side.  Each of these dragons has, at one time or another (and occasionally all at once), kicked my ass.  Obviously they have been somewhat dominant, hence the "all of my adulthood" part.  And unfortunately, my name being drawn out of the Goblet of Fire was not the reason behind it all.  Unfortunately, the blame is on me.   Little by little I have been chipping away at my Berlin Wall o...