Hi everyone, I just lit the fire for the first time this year, about twenty minutes ago. It’s now cold enough outside — the kind of day that pulls you inward instead of outward. I’ve just been sitting with it, watching the flames instead of rushing into the day. There’s something about fire that forces a different pace. You can’t hurry it. You just watch it move. It dances, it spikes, it forms its own rhythm, it calms you right down. A few minutes by the fire, no phone, just watching and asking myself one question: “What do I actually want right now?” Not what I should want. Not what’s next on the list. What do I want?? It sounds small. But most of us haven’t stopped long enough to ask it properly in years. We’re too busy pushing, doing, chasing the next thing — and the wanting gets buried under all of it. So if you’re looking for a place to start: find your version of the fire. A window, a walk, listening to music, a cup of tea before the house wakes up. Five minutes where nothing is required of you except to watch and ask. That’s where the dream you left behind starts to surface again — not from pushing harder, but from finally being still enough to hear it. “That question — what do I actually want — is exactly where I help women start.”