This shit is real
It's a real struggle because using my own savings is a scary way to fund a project that is not making money, yet. I'd like to think "yet', but still, truth be told I am unsure of when any form of income may come in.
I am not alone, I have the support of the one who loves me. This is really encouraging, but either he really believes in me or he merely would like to empower to do whatever the heck I want?! But no, I do not want to give up on this project again like the many others that I have. I want to do this, this is good. I know so. I will be reaching out to a community that is invisible to almost everyone.
A short video by Bloomberg on a cardboard granny in Hong Kong was published yesterday. It is estimated that there are about 5000 of them in Hong Kong.
I am reminded amidst my fears that while the big picture is truly overwhelming, I can make changes, a decision at a time. My decision is to do it afraid, to get out of bed, do it over and over, till I get there. I will fight the good fight, I will keep the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7 will keep me going.
See you there.
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