Facing my fears, one at a time

You are fearless but your courage has not had a reason to be summoned.

Hey Royal, what's good?

I saw a post during the week that really resonated with me and I want to say that even if you're the only one reading, I'd keep writing for you

If you're a new Royal, Welcome!

What are you afraid of?

Before I dive into today's story, let me confess something: I have athazagoraphobia.

It's a big, fancy word for the fear of being forgotten or not remembering someone or something.

Though it can be an extreme situation, I'm certain that I'm nowhere close to extreme and that's why I love to tell stories and cling on to memories - I don't want to forget.

Truth is, I wasn't ready to let go of the Purple Room but I knew the time would come, so I created this space to to immortalize it's stories.

So, story time!

Invasion and the reasons for fear

Today, I want to talk about courage – not the knight-in-shining-armor kind, but the gritty, squeaky-toy kind.

Living alone in the Purple Room wasn't all fairy lights and cozy nights. There were invasions – not only from masked men with guns, but from a tiny, whiskered, and frankly unsettling specie called rats.

Photo shenanigans in the Purple Room

From the days of Home Alone, it had never made sense to me why anyone would have a mouse as pet and even with the internet (Instagram especially) normalizing the act of keeping all sorts as pets, I still don't get.

Again, I am not a fan of crawling or creeping animals and I'd always do my best to keep them out but when I first moved into the Purple Room, they'd scurry across my floor, mock me with their squeaks, and threaten to turn my haven into a horror movie set.

What did I do?

My first reaction was denial, of course!

I thought that if I pretended that they were not there and deprived them of my attention, they'd leave but I was mistaken because they soon started fulling the scriptures by multiplying.

Genesis 1:28

Then came anger.

I was paying bills and buying meals and these creatures dared to violate my sanctuary?

Unforgivable!

Reclaiming my possession!

Despite my disgust, my bravery couldn't be caged.

So, I transformed into a warrior princess, my weapon of choice – N200 gummy traps. I purchased as much as I could and lured them with irresistible crumbs.

And, one by one, they fell - victims of their own gluttony.

My big win…

You see, living in the Purple Room wasn't just about surviving my fear, it was about facing it, head-on. Even if it meant almost puking in my mouth as I took each trap out.

But, each evicted invader wasn't just a victory against rats, it was a victory against the whispers of doubt and the anxieties that gnawed at the edges of my comfort zone.

Purple Room taught me to be courageous and in it, I developed a heart that keeps refusing to be devoured by fear.

And, if a Capri-sun drinking Royal like me can conquer a rat army, well, anything is possible, isn't it?

Cheers to more victories!

Finally, I raise a glass to you from here and I hope that you face your own invasions, big and small, with the spirit of a victor, knowing that even the tiniest victories can hold the sweetest triumphs.

Till the next chronicle,

Stay Royal!