Little Bit of Grit

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In me, I’ve always had a fight, not the knock down drag out kind of fight, just a fierce never ever give up persistence and determination, especially when I’m told I can’t do this or that or something is impossible or statistics say.…  And it’s not enough to just do what they said I couldn’t but I have this drive to exceed all expectation, pushing myself further and further.  A client of mine recently told me, I have grit.  I’m proud of that grit.It saved myself and my family. But I am also realizing that maybe I no longer need to keep proving to myself so fiercely how strong I am and how much grit I have. Maybe it doesn’t need to hurt anymore.  Maybe it’s just time to let it all go and enjoy the ride.    

I can feel life shifting again, I can feel the way it’s changing and I am excited for the changes.  I’m ready for the shifts, because, hell, I’ve got grit and I can handle anything!  I can look back and see now, of course, it all worked itself out just right, of course this was my journey, of course this is how it was meant to be, of course those mistakes I made were part of the growth and exactly the right mistakes, of course the people in my life were there  and are there for a reason, of course, the challenge was always the blessing because, now,  nothing else would make any sense and now I trust the rest of what comes a little more than I’ve been able to trust in the past.  Took me nearly 40 years to figure out this simple thing called life and perhaps all of it is how I have been able to find peace and happiness in the quiet stillness of who I am today.

I’ve worn my past like badges of honor from a decade long war I survived. But now I am ready to stand on the merits of who I am today, only pulling from my past to help others find their power, stop believing in limitations set by others, and believe in their possibilities.  I believed for a while that I needed to completely disconnect my past from the me I am today, and in many ways I have but I’ve also learned it’s changed lives beyond my reach and inspired others to not give up, to get out of bed and take that step. And now they inspire me. 


What better time of year than Spring, to be open to the newness life is bringing and embrace the changes?  It’s always the first step that’s the hardest, the first mile, that feels longest, but then you just keep going  until you fly, fueled by faith, hope, love, and a little bit of grit! 

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