The Week I Grew Wings
After what felt like a long dry season, trickles of work, then almost a complete stop, business picks up and I was offered a short-term contract. A small opportunity on paper, but it came with long days, a lot of walking, a lot of stairs, early calls, and hours that stretched like they had something to prove.
Coach Vida on a different kind of grind
I said yes. That’s the thing about being a freelancer or a business owner or a mover. From one moment to the next, it lands. I had to say yes. And the moment I stepped in, I could feel it: It was hot. The parking in reference to the location I had to be was a climb in itself. I wasn’t just showing up to work. I was showing up to become something. My body ached. My feet protested. I had to pull from reserves of endurance, patience, and power I hadn’t tapped in a while. This contract came with long hours, long walking, and big personalities.
But something else was happening, too.
One day, while listening to a podcast on the drive home, I heard someone describe how a dragonfly becomes a dragonfly. They talked about how it lives underwater first, completely submerged in a different version of life. And then, one day, it climbs out of the water, it follows an unknown but trusted pull, it cracks through its own back, and waits for its wings to harden in the sun. No rehearsal. No test run. Just… becoming.
And I felt it. That’s what I’ve been doing, too. Working hard, not just in my regular work but building a new life and a new place to land, not just to get through it, but to change form. I had to see that this is all a part of the process.
“I trusted the climb. Now I trust the wings.”
This week wasn’t just about hours logged or tasks completed. It was a turning point. A reminder that nothing is ever wasted, not the quiet days, not the cancellations, not the quiet periods, not even the pain.
When I finally completed the work, I didn’t bounce back immediately. It took rest, two Tylenols, and a sacred stretch to bring me back. The pain in my legs was throbbing but my recovery rituals are part of the process, too. Whether I’m on the grind or on the trail, rest and stretch are part of the work.
So if you’re in your own stretch of uncertainty or stillness, just know:
The wings come. Let the sun touch them. You’ll fly when you’re ready.
Here’s more of what I use to recover / On my night stand
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