Captain's Log - I'll Take Care of It

I never wanted to be a strong, independent woman, but sometimes life just rolls over the top of you, and you can wallow and whine, or you can figure out how to make the most of it. 

One of my sweet sisters says I was this way at the age of four when she first met me, but if anyone ever calls me that (mostly characters of the other gender), I recoil inside. It’s something so much a part of you, like hair and skin. It’s not really a value that is complimentable, it’s something you got dealt.

This explanation isn’t going very well, but suffice it to say, the words “I’ll take care of it,” when uttered by one of the members of our scrappy little work family, have become my favorite thing to hear. That phrase is music to my ears.

One of the great pleasures in life is a long, slow morning. Another is to have things taken off your plate.

And to be able to trust the one taking that task because you know it’s going to get done and done probably better than you’ve been doing it the past seven years. 

These sweet people who have run into the fire with me, who are flying the plane for me – apparently, I’m still out here wing walking but the plane is in good hands – are simply a joy to me and I’m more grateful for them than I could ever express. 

So many people believe in what we’re doing and have stepped in to help at every level. From the OG book club in the beginning, those women and their husbands (and now children) who are still an integral part of our day-to-day, to the newest volunteer who came to us last week. And then there is our staff. Something I never saw coming – the responsibility for people and their time – and how much they assume responsibility for your dream, and in so many ways it becomes theirs too. 

This time of year, always gets me in my feels, when I remember what it was like at the end of 2018 when I quit my very comfortable little government job to start this pipe dream on a whim and one person’s belief and encouragement. 

If left to my own devices, this never would have worked. 

But I have been blessed with good, good people at every turn. 

So for everyone one of you, who for the past seven years, who has at some point uttered the words or stepped up to “take care of that,” know that I hold you in the highest esteem, am eternally grateful, and will always be right here…

…Keeping you Posted. 

Rach.

P.S. Will someone take care of the water all over my keyboard please?