“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.” (Brené Brown)
Slayer of Clouds of Doom! I would point my finger at those stupid rain clouds that have been following Woeful Wally and Pitiful Pat around for practically their entire lives and replace them with mega doses of rainbows and sunshine that they will never be able to get rid of no matter how hard they try.
Eliminating ALL sadness is not what I’m talking about – this super power would be directed mainly at those wretched souls who are a little too attached to their own misery. “Stop wallowing!” I would cry. “GETOVERYOURSELF!” And POOF. That ugly black cloud is gone and suddenly the many blessings in their lives are no longer invisible to them.
Maybe I’ll call myself Anti-Eeyore Woman. And “CHEERUPDAMIT!” could be another one of my battle cries.