Today I built a fire. In a pub! We took our dog for a walk in the forest and stopped for a hot chocolate in Lyndhurst on the way home. We sat at the table nearest the fire and there was a sign saying “if you sit here, you are responsible for the fire”. It was just embers when we arrived, but I decided to try to revive it. When we left, the fire was raging and I felt really proud of myself.
It sounds silly that something so trivial could make me feel so good. When I visited Mum in Kenya I tried to build a fire and failed miserably, so to finally succeed showed me I’m not totally useless. So there! Take that negative thoughts!
There’s a metaphor in here somewhere. I might investigate at a later date.
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