Life’s fires, big or small, have a way of derailing us. Fires cannot burn forever; they need material and air to keep going. Once they are out, we can clean up the mess, adapt to the changes it brought and move on.

My Granny used to say the years go faster the older you get. I didn’t really know what she meant until recently.

It takes sitting in discomfort to find clarity. It takes being vulnerable to be open to change.