I was colder than ice, stiff like steel. Some might even say, “Stiff like a coachman,” and the heat I am desperately craving just wouldn’t do. But this is just the beginning, and enthusiasm is excessively appropriate. And that heat is not surrendering, fighting the cold like a wrestler to the end, with every intensity, trying to find its way, and never led up to fragments of repulsive, unwanted cold.

And life is warming up to what feels good, as I continue seeking the flames to keep this fire burning in this hostile, oxygen-deprived atmosphere. But I’m always mindful to take occasional moments to appreciate my blessings, be thankful, and enrich others so my rewards will be meaningful.

And while I considered everything, the pressure of it all keeps building up like a pressure cooker. Hoping and praying, seeking God’s guidance, so that my life don’t become excessive and combustible, I sat back for awhile, removed the torch, breathed deeply, and prevented the combustion from actually taking place.

What an oasis that was. Realizing that in life there must be balance. And slow and steady really do win the race. And it is not beyond wise to take time to re-evaluate my life, occasionally — even venting if need be to keep my sanity, reduce the pressure, and keep the fire burning. (Mikey St. John)