I could feel the heat in every line—the ignition, the spark, the courage to step up and begin again. "The flame doesn’t question how it burns—it just does." That hit something deep. Sometimes the boldest swing isn’t the perfect one—it’s the one lit with intent and trust.
This post made me want to step onto the tee box like a phoenix—grip tight with purpose, breath full of fire, and swing like something’s ready to become.
Thank you for lighting this torch. My game (and my spirit) feel warmer already. 🪄🔥⛳
Whew. 🔥 This one crackled.
I could feel the heat in every line—the ignition, the spark, the courage to step up and begin again. "The flame doesn’t question how it burns—it just does." That hit something deep. Sometimes the boldest swing isn’t the perfect one—it’s the one lit with intent and trust.
This post made me want to step onto the tee box like a phoenix—grip tight with purpose, breath full of fire, and swing like something’s ready to become.
Thank you for lighting this torch. My game (and my spirit) feel warmer already. 🪄🔥⛳