The pull to stay small is significant enough to challenge her to do less; to be less. It whispers and taunts her, “You will never succeed. There’s just no way you can. The odds are stacked against you!”
It breathes fiery balls of doubt and discouragement across her mind attempting to dilute her dreams to passive wishes left like smoldering ashes scattered on her heart.
Sharply she turns her focus quickening her thoughts towards her true destiny of greatness. Her passion burns bright overpowering the beast, pushing it further away from any harm it seeks to render her.