Burn it up: impermanence and playing with fire

I was talking to a friend about how much I like to burn my writing.

I don’t burn it all the time, but when it’s something I feel like I need to release, it’s incredibly powerful cathartic ritual. That got me thinking about a wedding I attended two years ago.

I didn’t want to go to the wedding because I had nothing to wear.

It’s humiliating to admit that. It’s such a frivolous, stereotypical girl excuse. I’d been to a million weddings, but nothing quite like this.There were going to be a lot o...