Encountering the Dragon

And then you see, finally, what the dragon looks like.

You never saw it for the mess you imagined in front of you: the multi-colored Post-It notes, the scraps of paper, notes scrawled on the back of receipts, half-filled journals that were scattered all over the floor of that dark cave.

But when it rises up, the dragon is a whirlwind of glittering fragments, sharp, cutting, metallic shards that spin and gather shape -- out of the chaos then, this order of beast: your own Grandiosity given shape, taking form, taking flight.

Slay it or tame it.