The Superhero Within

Back in October I was attacked on the subway. A man I had never seen before approached me from behind, grabbed my shoulders, spun me around and grabbed me as if to kiss me. On sheer instinct I punched the dude in the face and then in the gut a couple times (for good measure). I called the cops at about 9am the next morning and by 11pm he was on the news and behind bars.

For no less than a month I strutted around town boasting that I was a ninja and secretly batman too because not only do I kick butt, I also fight crime.

Lately I have been turning inwards a lot. Being somewhat in isolation for a good chunk of my day leaves me and my emotions mono-i-mono. They keep trying to knock me down and turn me into something I don't want to be, and I keep fighting back with a seemingly superhuman strength. By bed time, I often feel like I have defeated a Bowser at the end of a level in Super Mario Brothers.

As I listen to my friends and their daily struggles with men, careers (or lack there of), school, family and other friends; I often think to myself - my friends are superheros too.

Each of us fights our own battles every day. Some are small and some are big, but so many of us win them. We get to the meeting we had been dreading for a week and a half. We make it through an urge screaming at us. We tell the man who has been repeatedly letting us down to  go fly a kite. And though some epic battles are more epic than others, we fight the good fight day in and day out.

Take a moment today and remind yourself that at some point today (or this week/month/year), you had to put on your underroos and cape and defeat a super-villain or two too!