Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.
Last week I dove into the word Feminist.
Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
As in, what does it take to start a fire?
I think I know.
Today, I felt the heat. Being in a room of women, from the ages of 18 to 80, all charged up and energized around one idea: the fire within.
The kind of fire that grows inside your head, heart, body and soul.
The kind of fire that sparks dreams.
The kind of fire that keeps you moving forward toward that dream.
The kind of fire that reassures in times of agony and despair that there can be more: love, laughter, and life out there waiting. Just in case the life you’re living isn’t the journey you know deep, deep, inside you were destined to fulfill.
Today was Women on Fire Day.
And, let me tell you, these women were on fire.
As I looked around the room, I saw all shades of life in these incredible faces. I saw the unstoppable dreams of youth, the sheer determination of impenetrable passion for a dream, for a vision, a longing to step out into the world and make a mark or a change or a difference.
I saw the broken hearts of love lost, jobs lost, marriages lost, loved ones lost, children and dreams lost. And, the binding strength that comes from surviving, moving on, taking a step forward, one day at a time.
I saw the wisdom that comes only through that roller coaster of ups and downs — of holding on through thick and thin. I saw the quiet silence that comes in the form of a knowing nod that signals, yes, I have been there, done that.
I saw hugs and high-fives.
But, more than anything I saw fireworks.
The kind of fireworks that occur when women come together and listen, really listen to each, cheer each other on, and say “you, go girl!” — whether you’re barely 18 or almost 80 years old.
I saw all of this and for a moment sadly wished I had experienced this kind of love, support and knowledge when I was 18 years-old.
What a gift to hear that it’s okay to fail at a marriage, or a job, or an entire decade — and still be able to live out your biggest and best dreams. What a gift to hear that it’s okay to dream big even if you’re just starting out, have no experience and don’t know where to start. What a gift to hear that it’s okay to dream big when you’re turning 80 and everyone else is at the finish line.
And, that’s good for my head and my heart, even my body and soul.
Because aren’t we all just gunpowder wrapped in paper, with an fuse — just waiting for our moment, our perfect moment to ignite our spark?
And, that makes me smile, because I know, all it takes to light a fire is one moment, one move, one day.
Why not make it today?