grief · parenting

float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

“The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses – behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights.” – Muhammed Ali

Dig deep. Breathe deep. Stand up. Foot forward. Smile.

Ready, set: function. Even when you don’t want to. Even when your soul is prostrate with grief on the ground next to you. Even when you’ve had enough.

Me (this week, last week, the week before to God): I don’t think I can handle one more thing.

God: So, about that . . .

Me: . . . so, power me through it then, because I’ve got nothing left.

God: Done.

Me: Seriously? I was sorta going for the “no more stuff” thing. That wasn’t a challenge.

God: Trust me.

Sigh. I trust you.

I am spending this week and the next few weeks making doctor’s appointments, getting my blood drawn, seeing specialists, and trying to keep up with my work load. I am scared, and sad, and the upside is it is most likely is not fatal. It’s just one more thing that I have to be careful about. It’s one more thing.

So, the thing I want to convey here is: take care of yourself. There is only one you. You are valuable in your life, in your work, and with your people. Don’t lose the battle before you step on the mat. Or get in the ring. For some of us, life is a daily fight. It’s worth the fight.

Dig deep. Breathe deep. Stand up. Foot forward. Smile.

You can win this round.


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