Exactly one year ago today, I was purple and bruised, baffled that I was able to walk away from… https://t.co/lzBK1L7Y5B
Today I met two people who had made it to the other side of “impossible” situations they thought would never turn around.
One was a banker who grew up in poverty and racked up debt trying to get out of it. He’s now debt free, supporting his son, and working on starting a nonprofit teaching financial literacy to inner-city kids growing up in the same situation he once was.
The other was an activist who, 8 years ago, was homeless, addicted, and severely in debt. He recently moved to Nashville to finish his PhD in political science to make technology more accessible for all walks of life and cyber security more transparent, particularly within the political process.
Their experience at the lowest point completely defined their path today to create positive, lasting change in the world and help those in their impossible, improbable, and irredeemable to persist and overcome.
And here I thought I was simply running to the bank and the coffee shop... .
If you’re drowning in the down and out, keep on moving, breathing, and grasping for dear life. It gets better. You’re not lost forever.
Four hours floating down a river for the Fourth of July with this guy. Got caught in the rain, caught in the rapids, and caught up with friends while Nashville exploded with fireworks. Best Independence Day I’ve had in a long time. ✨🙌🏽😊
In the past couple weeks I’ve had a friend die, had a family member diagnosed with terminal illness, spent time in the hospital myself after a health scare, a brown recluse spider infestation in my house, shattered windows, walked with friends through disintegrating relationships, and quit a job I dreaded but may have needed. And some other fun stuff too.
I didn’t really realize everything was happening so much until it did, and now it has, and somehow I’m still here.
And I can’t say I’m currently “through” anything, yet from the therapeutic back roads with my windows down, to the emergency room, to the flickering light of this screen on my face, the deep sense of gratitude I feel for life itself far overwhelms the blow after blow after blow which chips away but does not destroy.
And that’s pretty great too. And I feel like it has something to do with being in my 30s and seeing both sides of pain and grief and loss, or “The Bright Sadness” as Richard Rohr calls it.
I sit here in wonder as my food sizzles on the grill and fireflies begin to appear like magic in the yard and the little neighbor girl speeds past on her bike for the first time without training wheels shouting “I did it! I did it! I did it!” .
I’m ok, probably. You’ll probably be ok too. .
(📸 by @firstnamesandrew from that one adventure, and a reminder to remain un-curated, always curious, and quicker to laugh than shut down)
Grandma : “I’ll pray that all the drunks stay off the road when you’re driving home to Nashville.”
Me: “It’s 9:30 in the morning. I think I’ll be OK.” .
Grandma: “Oh, you know they’re all putting a little something in their coffee.”
. - #grandmagraciekate
“I always did like the taste of beer. I haven’t had it in years because it makes me dizzy, but this (nonalcoholic Coors) is fine. I’ll drink you under the table!
If you drink that kind, when you get older you might start back on the real thing!
But don’t do it. No, we’ve lost too many people in this world because of beer.”
. - #grandmagraciekate
June 8, 2019