A chump commentator Glinda once wrote:
I feel my anger has taken a patronus form – a huge tiger that sits there silently reminding me to stay on guard. It’s good now. Anger came back when I realized the kids and I were putting up with things that aren’t normal – that are abusive. So I traded silent hurt projected inward to an anger that protects by projecting outward.
I thought this was a terrific concept — an anger patronus! This Friday challenge is a bit of a rerun, but I thought we could use some uplift. Where do you get your strength? What happy place do you go to in your mind to summon resilience?
For those of you non-Harry Potter geeks, a patronus is this sort of guardian animal that appears when you’re in danger. You have to think hard of the people who love you, and positive things, and it just appears. You don’t know what form it will take (a white stag!), but after you summon it, it kicks dementor ass and protects you from harm.
When I was going through the Troubles, I definitely summoned a sort of patronus. I summoned Chump Lady. There was no Chump Lady then, but I conjured up her persona in my darkest hours. She was several parts Aretha Franklin, South African freedom fighter, and WASP-y matron who takes no shit.
When I was paralyzed with depression and indecision, my persona patronus would appear and kick some ass. “Let’s call the lawyer! Let’s make a plan!” I owe that patronus a huge debt for the good life I’ve found on the other side.
Today, I think my Patronus would still be part Aretha Franklin, part pine cone elf, and part Randy Rainbow.
So tell me — who is your patronus? If you could summon all your guts and courage into one being, what form would it take?