Im noticing that grief can harden us — but patience softens us back.
I’ve seen both in the Systers.
I’ve felt both in myself.
“I was good at what I did.”
i spent fifteen years in the restaurant business, serving movie theaters, hotels, and major chains.
i worked behind the scenes, often holding part-time roles as a cook for celebrities.
i was skilled. Reliable. Invisible.
Over time, pride turned into exhaustion. Excellence without acknowledgment quietly reshaped my spirit. i didn’t stop working hard — but my attitude began asking a question i never voiced: When does effort becomes enough?
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