Firewalking has been around for centuries. It’s often used as a rite of passage testing a person’s strength and courage, or sometimes with religious ties as a testament to the power of one’s faith.
I even have several friends who have taken a walk across hot coals, and although I’ve never done it myself, I have totally pictured myself doing it before. Well, sort of…I envisioned torching a giant pile of laundry and then victoriously dancing upon the ashes which is almost like walking across hot coals.
When I saw pictures recently of a friend’s walk across the coals, it got me thinking. Despite not having any personal desire to do it myself, I understood the urge to push oneself to the limits. Putting mind over matter and pushing through the fear, stepping into a place of discomfort – or pain – to see just how far you could go.
Without getting into it, let me just say that life has been testing me lately, and I’ve been fighting back. Through some bumpy moments I’ve rediscovered some strength I think I had forgotten I had. I wanted to share that strength and that power to overcome adversity, so I thought I’d do a version on a firewalk…
In my living room…
On a bed of a bazillion Legos…
Yes, Lego Walking, and not on some sissy pile either. No, the feat of my feet would be won upon plastic daggers, swords, pointed teeth, and bricks alike!
I am a strong.
Mind over matter.
One step at a time.
Like a boss.
I am woman, hear me ro….
Who am I kidding?! Holy shit that hurt!
Maybe I’ll just stick to fantasizing about dancing on charred laundry next time.
This, after all, is usually the outcome when I try to look like a badass.
This idea may have been even worse than the one where I dressed up in spandex to show Mattel some realistic Barbie ideas.
So what do you think? Am I a total
dumbass badass or what? How do you challenge yourself? Leave me a comment and let me know! I love hearing from you!