Mule Headed


I am probably the most stubborn person I know. I can say that. But if you were to try the same, then we’d argue that I wasn’t until the cows’ grandchildren came home. This is a fact I am not desperately proud of.

I am hopefully affable enough most of the time but when I dig my heels in, it’s a different kettle of fish altogether. At that point I would burn every bridge, including the one I was currently standing on, for reasons that are never entirely apparent. Even to me.

 If I needed an excuse for my own obstinacy, I could at least blame the Zodiac I suppose. “Although easy going and respectful, the Taurus can be unbelievably stubborn and inflexible in their approach.”. Bang to rights there. But I’m at a point in my life, which is pretty good when I let it be, where I want to be less like that. A lot less.

Not that being stubborn is all bad, it’s also where my perseverance and independence have their roots. And I’ve needed both on a daily basis just to get this far.

But going forward I’d like to try to curtail that little part of me that hovers, grinning, over a big, red, metaphorical self destruct button. Letting go of things should be no great shakes. But often it is. Maybe just channelling Elsa at times like that is the way to go. No harm in trying. If I’m even half as stubborn in the attempt, it’s a done deal.


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