This morning I woke up…
…channelling arsonist energy.
What a weird, but alarmingly welcome combo of words. And they just dropped into my thoughts – unbidden. No foul mood was at fault. I opened my eyes, went about my daily ablutions and there it was.
A fully formed phrase in my head that felt good to think.
Arsonist. Energy.
Far from literally striking a giant match and watching your physical world smoke and smoulder, this is about setting metaphorical fire to the stuff that keeps you stuck in life; attitudes, expectations, relationships, fears, even old careers that, while still coughing up cash for you, are really on life support begging you to… Let. Them. Go.
Still.
Fire starting ain’t for the fainthearted. It’s hot to the touch. Can quickly spiral out of control. Ha. And there it is. While throwing caution to the wind and speaking your mind, changing jobs, flirting with someone new, is a fabulously flammable tactic – sometimes it’s easier, safer to keep your cool.
I’m not sure how far to extend this metaphor. All I know is that when a completely random collection of words shows up in my head outta nowhere, I reflect, taking care not to toss my attention on that big ol’ pyre too.
Maybe right now it’s enough for me – and you – to just play with the idea of fire. And imagine what we would happily incinerate if given half the chance – and courage.
Let’s confess and then let it all burn, baby, burn.
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