There is a two headed monster that follows me. The ancients named the monster Dragon. One of the heads whispers into my ear about doubt. It tells me that I am not good enough and that I do not deserve that which I find joy in. The other head encourages false bravado, arrogance and other negative outward aspects of ego that can be perceived by others. This morning, after my dog Chloe finished her breakfast, she pointed out that between the monsters two heads is a place where there could be a picnic. She thought that tasty sandwiches could be made from the soft spots on the back of the monsters neck. At least until the two heads fell off. And then, it would be time for an evening walk.