One of my favorite words is “grapple.” It’s a strong word that suggests a gritty determination, the potential of triumph for the underdog, a victory well earned.
I use “grapple” an awful lot in my writing – states are grappling with budget woes, veterans are grappling with the challenges of transitioning from soldier to student, and I am grappling, too.
Lately, my heart feels a little upside down.
What I’ve come to realize is that while there is very little I can control in this world, I am completely in control of how I react to the bumps and bruises that come along. So I grapple with how to conduct myself as something I treasure comes to an end. I hope I’ll make a choice that allows me to stand tall and be proud of myself but also extends a basic respect that I’ve not gotten in this situation. It’s a crapshoot, really, but I am pulling for the underdog, hoping for victory.