#innerfire

She was never an angel.

And she was never a devil.

She was simply a woman

That wing told me everything… root your fire, or it will burn you. Root your own wings, or they will break yours.

I’ve been carrying so much, a love that cuts, trust that shatters, the cycle of wanting and being wounded but even in that, Spirit reminds me… that I am not here to be consumed by someone else’s chaos. I’m here to rise from it. Even in what falls apart, I see signs. Even in what hurts, I’m being asked to grow deeper roots.

No excuses, just facts.

I’ve let myself fall off the path—no gym, no runs, no range time for me. Sure, I’ve been at the range, but it’s been to train others. I’ve poured into their development while neglecting my own. That stops now.

I can’t lead from the rear. I can’t talk discipline and grit while letting mine slip away. I owe it to myself, to the people who count on me, to stay sharp—physically, mentally, tactically.

Kind people are my kind of people.