My friend Pitta

I am fire.

Don’t ask me for lukewarm.

I burn in my ideas, my goals, my drive.

I see with clarity, with intensity, with purpose.

Sometimes they call me sun, other times volcano.

I am at the center, in action, in results.

I don’t get lost: I leap.

My mind cuts like a sharpened blade.

I plan, analyze, execute.

I don’t stop halfway.

I want to arrive, I want to achieve, I want to improve.

And sometimes, in that attempt, I burn myself.

I demand of myself. I demand of you.

I lose patience with what is slow, soft, hesitant.

Heat irritates me. Injustice ignites me.

Competition challenges me.

Mistakes frustrate me.

But also: truth moves me, excellence touches me, the deeper meaning of things transforms me.

I am intensity. And sometimes, I overflow. That’s why I need freshness.

Water that cools, shade that protects, a pause that reminds me the world doesn’t end today.

A cup of mint tea.

The coolness of aloe on the skin.

A massage with coconut oil.

A silence that doesn’t judge.

A gaze that doesn’t expect me to solve everything.

What calms me is softness, what flows without urgency, what doesn’t need to be perfect.

What balances me is space to breathe, permission not to have all the answers, rest without guilt.

I am not stubbornness. I am conviction that forgets to listen.

I am not perfection. I am love for detail that sometimes overflows.

I am not demand. I am passion that hasn’t yet learned to rest.

I am not the one who knows everything. I am an ignited mind seeking to understand.

I am Pitta. And I am learning to let go of control.