“It’s like watching Thumper—or some woodland creature—get cancer. I just feel so bad, and I don’t know what to do for you. No one wants to see a cute, innocent bunny with cancer.” My friend literally said this to me earlier this week, and I am flummoxed.
No. 1 — I am a certified bada$$. Was she seriously comparing me…to Thumper?
No. 2 — Thumper is a boy.
No. 3 — I want to be an awesome predator—not a “cute”…pansy-ish woodland creature. BUT I have to admit that (hanging in my bedroom) I have a painting of bunnies battling a storm. There’s just something romantic and inspiring about their tenacity. I spotted the painting at Goodwill almost a decade ago and HAD to buy it.
I want that tenacity. I want to persevere like those fearless bunnies. Even when failure is guaranteed—I WANT to embody that kind of moxie.
No. 4 — While I sorta hated this “woodland creature” conversation, I am glad it reminded me of my aspirations.
So, as I woke up today and looked at the painting on my wall, I had to smirk.
Bring on the storm. Even if I AM a bunny, I’m gonna face this head-on with a determination that would make even Captain Ahab envious! Bam! 🤣 Take that, Thumper!
(Viewer discretion advised: Aggressive picture attached.)