Expanding the container, setting old patterns on fire, watching everything burn. The weather is resonating here, getting very warm while Florida is staying pretty cool this winter. (Wait till I get there and we'll see.)
Made it up to the mountains, bringing that fire to the ice, see what kind of fun comes from that.
Facing old patterns head on, reframing identities.
Things like loyalty - you know, it's not an obligation. Being a loyal person is a good thing if that loyalty is through choice and not a pattern of being the loyal person. Things like that reframe everything.
Keep throwing as much in the fire as I can. Feeding that trough. It's pretty cool what you can build if you face those fears and hardships and walk into the fire instead of trying to make that prison more comfortable. There's a certain amount of pain that comes with growth and realizing that there's no age limit on growth shakes the rust off pretty quickly.
One advantage of being older is that you realize time is too short to put up with bullshit excuses about why you can't do things. And it comes with wisdom to make those pivots without wasting a lot of energy flailing around.
Instead of avoiding the discomfort, concentrate it. Feel all of it, get in its head and feel what's going on. Funny thing, that discomfort disintegrates under that kind of concentration. And the container grows.
So let's set this yang up in the mountains for a few days, play with contrasts and gravity and see what fun comes up.
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