Today at a Demo Day event, I had a fireside chat in front of a group of young founders, most of them first-time founders.Among other things, I touched on the importance of creating content and sharing your story. And while I was speaking to them, I was also thinking about myself. Because for a long time, that was my biggest block.I didn’t want to share. Not because I didn’t have something to say. But because I didn’t want to be exposed. I didn’t want to be judged. I wanted it to be perfect.And when you want it to be perfect, you never actually start. You wait. You overthink. You rewrite. You talk yourself out of it. You tell yourself it's not the right moment. Not the right version. Not ready yet.There was a quiet fear underneath all that. Fear of shame. Fear of being misunderstood. Of someone thinking less of me. Of failing in public.And I know I’m not the only one. Women feel this deeply. But not just women. Anyone who’s been raised to play it safe, to not take up space, to stay quiet unless they’re sure.What I’ve learned slowly, through doing, is that waiting for perfect is just another way of hiding.You don’t need a content strategy. You don’t need a perfect grid. You just need to say something real. That’s what people feel. That’s what creates connection. That’s what makes others trust you.Today, in that room full of early-stage founders, I could see how even one honest story can make a difference. You could feel the shift, that moment when someone realizes they’re not alone in the fear or the mess or the doubt.If what you’ve lived through can help someone move forward, save them time, or just make them feel seen, share it.Even if it’s not polished. Even if it’s still raw.Imperfect and true is always better than perfect and silent. With grit and gratitude, The Gritter

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Today was a first.Not my first time training. Not my first time with a personal trainer. But my first time bringing my son to the gym with me. And something about that changed everything.Tomorrow, he turns 10. Double digits. And today, as a little early celebration, he came along to see what “Mom’s workouts” are really all about.He was buzzing. Eyes wide, curious, bouncing around the space like it was a jungle gym. He sat on the slide between exercises, pretending to be my coach. At one point, I literally had to pause my set so I could slide him down like we were in the park.It was pure joy. Chaos and connection. A reminder that discipline and play are not opposites, they’re teammates.And while I was pushing through reps on the first day of my cycle (which, let’s be honest, is not the easiest time to train), that moment made everything feel lighter.But what really stayed with me, what genuinely moved me, was something small he said:<blockquote>“Mom… I don’t want to lie to the people in the gym and say I’m 11. I’m turning 10 tomorrow. I can’t lie.”</blockquote>That. That right there is the kind of thing that makes you stop and breathe in the moment. Because sure, it’s a small thing. A tiny white lie avoided. But it’s also a glimpse into who he’s becoming someone honest, thoughtful, and brave enough to say, “This is who I really am.” And that’s what this blog is really about Grit, yes, but also growth. Showing up when it's hard. Leading by example. Creating moments that feel small but shape everything.It reminded me of the kind of strength that doesn’t come from lifting weights.And it made me proud, not just of him, but of the values we’re building together.In three days, I’ll turn 36. And today this funny, sweaty, joyful, slightly chaotic day in the gym is exactly how I want to step into it.Because they are the big things. With grit and gratitude, The Gritter

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The First Step at 4 AM I couldn’t sleep. The kids were tucked in. The house was clean. The dishwasher hummed softly in the background. But my mind? My mind was loud.I did what we all do when the night feels too long, I reached for my phone. One scroll turned into another, diving from one piece of content to the next. Consuming, consuming, consuming. And then it hit me: This isn’t it. Scrolling isn’t creating. Watching isn’t sharing. Consuming isn’t living. I realized I didn’t want to scroll my way through another sleepless night. I wanted to create something that mattered. I wanted to share. A Word Appeared I sat up. Grabbed a pen. Let the thoughts tumble out. They were messy at first, a flood of half-formed ideas, fragments of stories, and scattered questions.But then, clarity struck. A single word surfaced: grit. Grit is what gets us through. It’s what pushes us forward when everything feels uncertain, when the path is unclear, when we don’t feel ready but show up anyway. It’s not about polish or perfection. It’s about resilience, persistence, and finding a way.And so, TheGritLog was born. What It’s For This isn’t a manifesto. It’s not a polished vision or a 10-year plan. It’s a log—a collection of thoughts, lessons, and stories. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s for anyone who’s awake at 4 AM, wondering, “What now?” For the restless, the doers, the ones who don’t always have the answers but keep showing up anyway. Done Is Better Than Perfect Sometimes, starting is enough.Here it is: TheGritLog. A space for resilience, for reflection, for the messy in-between moments. It’s not perfect, but it’s real. What will you start tonight? With grit and gratitude, The Gritter

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