Today’s draw is the Hieorphant. This is only slightly ironic because Julie and I had a conversation the other day about what this particular archetype was.
So here’s a little interp training I found at Psychic-revelations.com:
Interesting. This has been a year of dramatic change in my life, and work is of course a large part of that. I was just remarking to one of my mentors the other day that I’ve had to adopt a different sort of attitude when trying to get certain things done. It’s ironically just a more confident version of the person I was waay back when I started all of this: bulldogged but cautious, caring but emphatic. And I am certainly driven beyond all else by the desire– no, the need, the call– to do the right thing.
Seems like the time is indeed right for this draw. I see where it’s going.
The more interesting part of this, in my mind, is the wrestler comparison: Bray Wyatt. It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I love me some Bray Wyatt. I admire how Windham Rotunda has lost himself in the character, and I love how he is a heel but seems like he’s the good guy in every encounter (even the weird one where Randy Orton burned down his cabin then posed like Deeter from Sprockets).
The thing I find most compelling about Bray Wyatt is that he has that one element I’ve never mastered: absolute self confidence. He has a way about him that exudes not just confidence but the sort of confidence that comes from knowing– not thinking, but KNOWING– you are right.
His career, though, does remind me a bit of my own. He was originally packaged by the WWE poorly as “Husky Harris” and got nowhere. He came back reinvented, hit the scene like a wrecking ball, gathered the love and adoration of the audience. Then he was elevated to the main stage. He is regularly a key player; I’m not sure how well the show would go without him around. And the audience loves him, with the sort of devotion we all hope that an audience will have for us.
But he never gets his due. Or when he does, it’s measured by the need to make sure he instantly puts someone else over.
Still, even if out shined in the eyes of the higher-ups, Bray is always right there with the Cenas, the Ortons, the AJ Styleseseses, the Seth Rollinses. One look at the stadium when his music hits– the sea of LED phone lights dancing in an undulating wave– and you know that Bray Wyatt is doing something right.
I would love to think some part of me is seen that way in my profession. I could do far, far worse than to be the Bray Wyatt of video game education.
(deep breath– blows out the lamp)
Run.
