I am on fire.
Day after day, I convinced myself I was right on the verge of catching fire, all the while dousing myself with evasions and excuses.
Week after week, I told myself that I was about to catch lightning in a bottle, but constantly found myself empty-handed beneath cloudless skies.
Month after month, I looked in the mirror and said "This is it!" only to come to find that this was most definitely not it.
Today I stand before you. A fire in my belly and lightning-stuffed bottles in both hands.
I hope I can ride it out and keep focusing on positive changes.
I hope I will dig down deep and find the strength to keep pushing forward.
I hope I can finish what I've started.
Fire, untended, will burn only a short while.
I want to keep this blaze going strong.
Burn, baby, burn.