This was one of those weeks. When tough situations intersected with triumphant ones. When the things done really right were celebrated and some mistakes were realized and redirected. My optimism had to kick in, my can do, my will do, and my absolute conviction to persevere and do what was right despite my worry. This is called resilience.
So, most of us were born with it, that thing called resilience. At best, most of us will will experience that “push through” moment that reminds us of what we are made of, and, with any luck, experience it many times in our lives.
For those that know me well, they also know adversity is not my friend. I, much like most of us will do absolutely anything to avoid those moments. This week, my crucial conversations started quite early, like Sunday, which changed the tone of the week from the very beginning. And the continuance of challenges throughout the week made life harder.
Deciding to end a week with conviction and clarity was a hard, and definitive decision. Deciding to focus on what can be done in lieu of what can’t was a choice. Life often serves us lemons, and we have to choose to make that lemonade because no one else will make it for us.