The first ember I ever busted was achieved because I let go of fear. For me, I saw bow drilling as a metaphor for my success as a field instructor. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was hinging my self-worth on whether or not I was able to achieve an ember. And I was failing. Over and over and over again, I tried and failed. I felt angry. I felt powerless. I felt hopeless. I felt like a bad staff. It was was cognitive distortion, though I didn’t know that at the time. Fortunately, I had supportive team members around me, coaching me in form and technique. And trusting, so absolutely, that one day I would bust. It would happen. I was the only one who didn’t believe that. And I was the one attaching my own worth to something outside of me. I stopped letting the ember drive me. I focused on the process. I breathed. And I busted an ember.