“I hope when the time comes to bet on ourself, you double down.”
I saw this quote somewhere at just the right time and took a leap of faith. I had spent three years having my heart shattered, holding my father as he took his last breath, losing my marriage three weeks later to a firestorm of infidelity, and a few months later, losing my best friend and soul mate to suicide. I was sunk in a swamp of grief so deep I couldn’t remember what light felt like. Sometimes I wondered how I was still breathing at all. I learned to lift my head when it felt too heavy. I learned to invite the pain in and listen quietly while I learned its lessons. What did I learn? I am capable of more than I know. I do not have to respond to anything but the highest, deepest, richest call to my soul. I jumped off the cliff of everything I knew and trusted that I would find my way, even though there was no path. The moon and stars light the sky, as I soar through the air in a gown made from the milky way, and I feel my own inner starlight turning on like a scattering of glitter catching the light. It’s scary as hell to tell my story, but I’m telling it anyway. And I’m inviting you to tell yours. I can’t wait to hear about you. What makes your heart beat a little faster? What makes your soul sing? How do you light your lantern to get you through the darkest of nights?
My Dad’s favorites song was The Gambler by Kenny Rogers. “Every hand’s a winner, and every hand’s a loser.” I’m betting on you.
