Fear. Doubt. Anxiety. Distraction. Anger. Comfort. Excuses. Yesterday. Every one of them is a boat, and boats are for turning back. We burn them. Not because we are brave. Because we are done.
One word on a slip of paper: the thing that keeps turning you back.
Out loud, to at least one other person. "My boat is doubt." This is the step that does the work.
Light the paper in a steel bowl. Watch it go. Say the line: "There is no shore behind me."
Hand a match to one person, by name. They have seven days. "I burned mine. Your turn."
The burned slip, your word, your city. Tag #IBurnedMine and the person you passed to. It lands on the Wall.
Pick one, or type your own. One word. No last names, ever.
We fear no evil.
We fear no man.
We fear no boat.