Dracarys

I've been asking for a week, but I guess now the problem looks real enough to address.

See, there's your problem--you were missing a device driver.

I mean, had you asked me, at any time, if something fundamental was left out of my make up, I could've absolutely told you that was true.

It's the question I whisper to myself, when things go bad, what is fundamentally wrong with you that you can't....?

But thing is. I can.
There is nothing wrong with me and I will never fall into that trap again.

This isn't just about the printer or the job or the implications. This isn't just about the times at night when the fans aren't enough and I tell myself that I am the blood of the dragon.

This is how I thought I was a phoenix, to live and die again, never destroyed but charred to ash. I am not a phoenix reborn. I am the blood of the dragon. Fire only burns away that which is not essential. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

I am in my car, ignoring the deadlines and the bells and alarms in my head, in a polka dot dress, with a can-do attitude, yesterday's hair, my grandmother's underwear, a string of hearts I feel connected to me. I am centering and I am working so hard. I will burn to the ground anyone who dares question me.

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.

I will never settle for less again.