Coming in Hot - Andy Mineo

I don't do the most….but I do a lot.
Yeah.
Coming in hot. Just like the fajita. I write what I live. My life in the speaker.
I'm nice with the flow. Just like the demeanor.

Every person needs a song that makes them feel like they have somewhere to be, even when they are mostly walking from the kitchen to the laptop with a coffee they reheated twice.

"Coming in Hot" is mine.

One may say that is an odd opening but there is something perfect about treating momentum like a fajita. It arrives sizzling. It announces itself well before anyone has taken a bite. It makes the whole room briefly aware that a plate has entered with purpose. That is the energy. Not quiet confidence. Not a tasteful little productivity playlist. No airs of subtlety. A cast-iron skillet sliding across the restaurant with enough presence to make people turn their heads and regret their own hasty dinner choices.

The line about writing what you live is the part that stays with me. Good writing should not feel like someone assembled it from spare parts in a clean office. It should have some heat on it. It should sound like a person who has been in the situation, heard the meeting go sideways, watched the deadline get weird, and still found a sentence worth saving.

That is the flow I want: lived-in, a little loud, and capable of showing up when the day needs a pulse.

Also, fajitas are objectively one of the best meals ever invented. They are theater with tortillas. They are dinner coming in hot.

So when the work is stacking up, when the ideas are circling, when the room needs a detonator, this is the song.

Not because everything is fine, but because the skillet is already on its way and smoking.