As some of you here know I've been battling with Pyrophobia (fear of fire and burning) for most of my life. I decided last year to tackle my fears and try to overcome the phobia by "flooding" i.e. facing it instead of running away and making myself watch it, work with it, read about etc. It's been hard, it's been terrifying at times, I had nightmares... It was quite a trip, but, in time it got better. I still get all tied in knots if I see a fire or worse on TV, but I'm dealing with it better, instead of having a panic attack. Early this month we moved into a new house with a fireplace as the only reliable (and economical) source of heat. So we're making fires every day. Or, to be honest DH was while I slowly crept closer, put some logs on, burned myself a few times (I'm clumsy as heck). DH said it's "growing on" me. Bad choice of words, but yes, I suppose. Tonight DH went out to get us a take out, the house was freezing and I decided to try and make a fire for the first time in my life. I had no idea it was this tricky! LOL Well, it promptly went out at the first attempt and I was really upset, but I decided to try again, use my head, stay calm... I got it going and it's still going! For me this was going to be the final, big step. And I did it And I'm going to do it again tomorrow! And now I'm going to go sit there and enjoy the fruits of my labour.