I called up the burning sensation of anger to help cleanse me of the oily chill of fear. It was a weak glow, the merest spark, but enough to catch on the dead wood tinder of indecision, self-pity and worry. The burst of heat energized me. I can see my goal now. The path to it is no longer covered by insurmountable obstacles. It is filled with opportunities, masked as challenges and difficulties. The meager flame of rage has transmuted to a blaze of determination, to be fed with the debris of each conquered task.
It's been rough on this end of things for a while. I've missed the Friday Flash crowd. There is still lots to do, and I don't know that I'll be here every week, or even get to comment as much as I'd like. Big thanks to Danni for getting me started, both the first time and yet again.