Ignite

I have always had a thing for fire. I love the warmth, the colour, the unpredictability, the sparks, the raw destructive power. Having worked in fire management, I have seen first hand the ferocity of a bushfire; the momentum it builds and the speed it can travel if given the right conditions.

Recently, my gorgeous sister sent me a text. All it said was "Firework Katy Perry". I promptly logged onto iTunes and downloaded the song (how awesome is technology?). Now, I feel I should point out that my sister and I have different taste in music, but I can see why she put me onto this one. It sends a very clear message. Not known for her subtleties nor her ability to articulate a metaphore, Ms Perry talks of inner strength and beauty. She insists that no one is a lost cause. A point that is not missed on me.

I have squashed, suppressed and hidden myself from the world for fear of rejection. I am slowly exposing more of myself and am surprised (sometimes pleasantly) by the responses. My psychologist continually asks me to turn on my filter; to take a step back and analyse the situation with a different perspective. This is not an easy thing to do. It is a learnt skill. As such, it involves a lot of practice to perfect.

I am slowly allowing the tiny insignificant spark that remains inside me flare. On occasion it actually glows quite brightly. It's always short-lived but I will continue to keep it warm, let it breathe and feed it for every fire needs all three sides of the triangle.

I'm glad this will take time. For the world is not yet ready for the spectacular person that I will become. I will be impossible to contain. I will shine so brightly that only the best of the best are going to be able to keep up!