Last night I sent off another grant proposal to help advance all of the projects I’ve been working on since moving back to Brooklyn. I won’t go into details because, you know, superstitions. But a funny thing happened as a sprinted to make the submission deadline (PS- thank you, USPS, for staying open late during the week!)—I fleshed out what I wanted my legacy to be, and all the little pieces that will contribute to it.
It’s daunting and exciting at the same time to finally know what you want and how to get there. I can’t be afraid to keep moving forward. I can’t walk away and let someone else do the work. I feel like my destiny has been revealed to me, and whether or not I get this grant is irrelevant; turning my back is not an option. Every difficult moment in my life is greeted with the mantra “you can’t stop now” and visions of the “end game” to keep me from crumbling. There are so many rewards waiting, I just wish the journey was less traumatic.
You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if a creative mind was listed as a disease or mental illness in the future…
xoxo,
Raquel Ivelisse