On grit
This is the process I’ve been in: voidal, nebulous, a soul journey of dropping the identities and stories and Christie’s preferences. Letting go. Meeting myself in the dark, all the way.
It has been gray, rainy, and wet over here for the last week. I still feel like I’m emerging, in many ways, from the dirt of winter. And today, I am thinking about grit.
I have been in such a deep process of cultivating true grit in my system this year. My definition of grit includes resiliency, an un-fuck-with-able spirit, courage, bravery, and being afraid and doing it anyway.