Okay, so I’ve been feeling this weird pull towards, like, power lately. Not in a bad way, you know? More like… untapped potential. So I started looking into animal totems, spirit guides, all that jazz. And guess what kept popping up? The crocodile.
At first, I was like, “A crocodile? Seriously?” I always thought of them as, well, kinda scary and lurking. But the more I dug, the more it resonated. I started by listing all the ideas about crocs in my old notebook.
My Crocodile Deep Dive
I started with some basic research. Just Googling stuff, you know? “Crocodile symbolism,” “crocodile spirit animal meaning,” that kind of thing. I watched a few documentaries, getting a feel for how they move, how they hunt, how they live.
- Patience is Key: I watched this one video where a croc just sat in the water for, like, hours. Barely moving. Then, BAM! Snapped up a fish so fast I had to rewind it. That really hit me. I’m always rushing around, trying to do a million things at once. Maybe I need to slow down, be more deliberate.
- Ancient Energy: These things have been around for millions of years. They’ve seen empires rise and fall. That’s some serious history, some serious power. I felt like tapping into that could be… intense, in a good way.
- Primal Instinct: Crocodiles are all about survival. They’re apex predators. I’m not saying I want to go around biting people, but there’s something to be said for that raw, instinctual power. The ability to protect yourself, to provide, to just thrive.
Then, I started with meditation, I guess you could call it. I’d put on some nature sounds – swamp noises, mostly, I’m not gonna lie, it helped – and I’d just… sit. Close my eyes, focus on my breath, and try to picture myself as a crocodile. I know, it sounds weird, but hear me out.
At first, the journal was just my thoughts.
And I’d try to feel that stillness, that patience. I’d imagine the power in my jaws, the thickness of my scales, the way I could just melt into the water. Sounds crazy, I know, but it was actually pretty calming.
Then, I started to draw in my journal.
I’m no artist, but I’d try to sketch crocodiles. Not perfect pictures, just… impressions. The way their eyes look, the curve of their snout, the patterns on their skin.
I think it helped. It felt like I was getting a better understanding of, I don’t know, the essence of the crocodile. Not just the physical animal, but the feeling of it. It started to change my behavior.
And slowly, I started to notice changes. Little things. I was less reactive, more focused. When something stressful happened, I didn’t freak out as much. I’d take a deep breath, remember that feeling of stillness, and deal with it. Methodically. Like a croc waiting for the perfect moment.
I even started carrying around a little crocodile figurine. It’s just a cheap plastic thing, but it’s a reminder. A reminder of that patience, that power, that ancient energy. A reminder to tap into my inner crocodile.
It’s still a work in progress, obviously. I’m not suddenly going to start wrestling alligators or anything. But it’s been a cool journey. A weird one, sure, but definitely worthwhile. Who knew a crocodile could teach you so much about yourself?
