A touch of fire.
I spend my life coming up with inventive ways to haul my ass out of various comfort zones. Seriously, give me a day or two and I will stay at home with a good book, the internet and this here small netbook and be 100% entertained. That is until I completely lose my marbles see.
If I'm not forced to I can get real comfortable like and it's bad. That's why I'm glad I have friends who make me walk on hot coals, just for the heck of it. Yup, that's right friends. Saturday night was spent at a birthday party that turned out to be more. A facilitator arrived who put us through our paces, and by about 21h30 there we were outside, playing drums and singing our heads off and most importantly, walking on hot coals.
Exhilirating? Yes. Inspiring? Oh yes! Depression? Gone.
Thank you Nial!
"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
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