Recently, it was pointed out by someone I love that I'm as stubborn as a donkey on steroids.
Actually, the word used was tenacious, and the conversation pertained to particular things in my life that I have been almost psychotically unwilling to let go of: people, ideas about the world and myself that are at best not helpful and at worst pernicious; old cookbooks; bottles of shampoo. I've never let go of anything that really mattered to me without leaving bloodied claw marks gauged into it.
Of course, in my own defense, I actually do let go of things all the time--you know, things I don't care about, and things that are good for me.
My tenacity is selective.
Right on the flip side of this coin is an over-willingness to give up on things I actually do care about. I have been known to (metaphorically) host cocktail parties on the edge of the abyss, and recklessly fling my dreams over its edge.
The honey badger's astonishing, bad-ass tenacity has made it a sort of unofficial mascot to Rajanaka Yoga. As evidenced in the below video, there's zero point in wrestling with a honey badger. It just keeps getting up; it just keeps coming.
Since I suspect my inner honey badger might be undefeatable, I'm thinking it might be a good idea to make friends with it. Let it go wilding and it causes problems but if I come to terms with it, bring it into alignment, and put it to work devouring what poisons me and sniffing out life's honey, then I think we'll get along just fine.
(Thanks for the link, Beryl!)