Believing in Myself While Hustling for Real Change
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“I’m on a deadline for a grant. Can you help me?”
“Yes, how can I be of assistance?”
It’s the third call this week, all for different purposes.
Each request is, on the surface, simple.
I need some letters of support for the grant and the project’s next phase.
I open my digital Rolodex and make a few calls. One conversation at a time, I connect people with a common goal.
Life without Jan or a full-time job has become one hustle after another, but it is what is needed. Am I now merely a connector?
When I doubt myself, I am reminded,
Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside of you that is greater than any obstacle.
Renewed confidence helps me understand that grief has been a great teacher, forcing me out of the shadows into the daylight.
In the bright light of the new day, I learned I was stronger than I thought and was not only a widow.
However, in the darkest hours, Jan’s words of wisdom comfort me.
Richard, you are capable and strong, and I believe in you.
Jan’s love is enduring, and I share it freely with all who need her love!
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Picking Myself Up and Leaving the Darkness Behind
As the clocks tick away the remaining hours of this year, we tend to review the past year.
My review often focuses on how my resilience has allowed me to pick myself up when the tsunami of grief pushes me back into the rabbit hole of mourning.
Reviewing the year, I can see the harshest phases of my grief journey in the rearview mirror.
It does not mean I will not have moments when tears roll down my cheeks like lava from Mauna Loa.
But with each passing day, I become more robust, and the darkness of my grief fades away gradually but assuredly.
