Forward Momentum

I have a battle angel, one to look out for me. One who picks my sword off the soil, dusts my back, and places me where I need to be. We all need an angel, theological or otherwise, to take care of us. Our better angels, our saving grace, our redeeming feature. Without them, we'd be who we really are.

Take away all that makes us appealing, rob us of the routines that makes us regular, and starve us of the attention we depend on. We're left with someone who is us at core, but someone we'd rather not see. Inner demons and skeletons in the closet govern who we are. When the lights go out and we're left with our thoughts in the dark, don't be surprised who comes for a visit.

So I have my battle angel. Not a guardian angel, but a battle angel. Existing for only when I'm in the thick of it all. My level compass. My beacon at the next save point. I have that angel from now until whenever it is angels leave for closing time. I don't know if they're holding down a 9-5 like the rest of us, but for now I don't care. I'm being carried to where I need to be.

So why is it we always assume angels are women?

Reminders for class: When making a wrong decision, a friend will remain silent. A good friend will stand up and tell you not to do it. Your best friends will keep their mouths shut.