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FEEDING DRAGONS

Imagine each task you put off as a small dragon, quiet at first, lurking at the edge of your awareness. Leave it alone for a day, and it grows. Another day passes, and it grows again, feeding on neglect. What began as a small, manageable creature becomes something formidable, filling your mind with dread each time you think of it. Day by day, this dragon strengthens, fueled by your hesitation and avoidance.

Our greatest problems in life almost always begin as small ones we ignore. What started as a simple, clear-cut task now looms large, casting shadows, a dragon demanding confrontation. The longer you wait, the harder it becomes, for with each day, it gains power, while your courage seems to wane.

So, ask yourself, will today be the day you finally slay this dragon? Or will you let it grow even larger? You don’t need to conquer it in one mighty blow. Begin by chipping away, as if approaching an ancient beast with respect and a careful hand. Start with just an hour, or even a few minutes. Give yourself a small reward, not for defeating it outright, but for making the first move.

In taking these small, deliberate actions, you’ll find the dragon isn’t as fierce as it seemed. Its strength lies only in our neglect. Once you step forward and begin, even in the smallest way, the anxiety fades, the shadows clear, and you may find yourself going further, maybe even finishing what you started. The most important thing is to show up—to face it head-on, one step at a time, turning a looming dragon back into a small task, reclaiming your power.




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