When the door doesn’t open, you dust yourself and still show up.

Hey friend, how are you?

This isn’t the kind of newsletter I thought I’d write this week.

I had an interview I really believed in, I passed all three stages. It was an application that felt like alignment, purpose, dream, and promise wrapped into one.

My heart beat a little louder after I ended the call that day. The founder was kind. The vision sharp. The conversation rich. The vision felt familiar, like something I can be a part of.

But yesterday, I got the email.

They went with someone else.

Someone with more experience in a specific area. Someone more “ready” for the fundraising milestones ahead.

And while I understand the decision—I do—I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt.

Because, I showed up fully. I led with my values. I told the truth beautifully. I gave the interview my whole self.

And yet, it wasn’t my door. It wasn’t my moment.

But here's what I’ve learned about doors: lol I am kidding I have not learned any stupid thing about doors because they just keep being shut in my face. The doors I want that is. And it prompts me to the word of God that says, “I know the plans I have for you, the plans of good and not of evil.”

My family said the usual, “Gods plan must be grander,” and I was like you guys must be focking kidding me. 😂😂😂

I didn’t ask for a cow or elephant I said just a damn rabbit, you know. I need to learn the capacity to be in my elephant.

I was frustrated Ngl. All these Gods plan is the best. Your plans might not be good so just trust.

“The some doors are meant to open later. Some close because God is saving your energy for the one that won’t.” Everything pissed me offfffff.

I was like which kind nonsense test of faith is this one? Is it not the same Bible that said if a child ask for bread will the father give him stone?

God didn’t even give me stone he left me to starve there. 😂 my God I am glad I find humor in this because it wasn’t funny oh.

So this is me, standing in the in-between.

Kinda bitter. However, not discouraged. Just…being.

Still writing.

Still showing up.

Still trusting the one who sees beyond what I can.

If you’re in your own in-between right now—waiting, wondering, nursing a fresh no—I see you. I see us. And perhaps my purpose for these failures is to guide someone to know that;

You are not forgotten.

You are not behind.

This is just a comma, in the story not a full stop.

On some days like this, the most powerful thing we can do is feel it and keep going.

I’ll be here reading, tweaking, and reapplying with more stories, more lessons, and maybe even the next “yes.”

With care,

Winifred

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