So many women I speak to right now are emerging from the burniest fire of their lives. Not just one fire, but multiple… back to back… bam bam bam.

It reminds me of a game my brother used to play with us. He’d dunk us under the water, then when we’d come up for air, he’d dunk us again. Cruel, but hey he was the only boy with 4 girls… he had to get his jollies somehow.

I recently emerged from an extended fire (made up of multiple smaller fires). Just as I felt I was being born again, after attending my own funeral numerous times in a row…. Along came the flames again.