Beginnings from Endings

September 13, 2016.

I’m prepping for a demo – the Big Day for my startup. I’m preparing to show the leadership team the site and materials the Engineering team’s built in preparation for launching our beta. It’s 5:30 am.

My phone buzzes with a missed text. It’s my dad.

Just wanted to let you know that your grandmother went to the hospital

and I knew

I’d never see my grandma alive again.

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September 25, 2016.

First Monday back on the job post-funeral. I’ve received a couple of messages from my boss via Slack while I’ve been in Joliet, so I know there’s an announcement today. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve got a bad feeling.

My Solo Sense is spot-on. Again.

Our runway is short. We’re restructuring. I’m sorry.

Severance. Agreements. Signatures. Hugs.

Onward.

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October 31, 2016.

Today, I start a job doing something I’ve never done before: part-time stockroom associate for a large clothing retailer. I’ve never worked retail before. I’m still hunting for full-time work, but I’m starting to wonder if I can find a way to take the plunge and go out on my own. For now, I intend to revive the blog and use it as a place to document this adventure.

We may end up homeless; we may end up in a completely different corner of the States (or of the world – who knows?). I may get a dream job tomorrow. Who knows?

I refuse to knuckle under and let my fear prevent me from thriving. I will learn from this. I will grow from this.

I will. I will. I will.

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