Status: Ready to publish — holding until legal clearance for blog/social posting
Pillar: 📈 Building GRIC
Target Audience: Aspiring founders, early entrepreneurs, anyone building something in the in-between spaces of their life
Hook: The origin story of GRIC — the doubt, the late nights, the retail job, and why "will this work" became "how fast can we get there."
Notes: This will be the first blog post published once cleared. Drafted in Charysse's voice — pulled from journal/voice note material (the "little old me" conviction + honesty about doubt, loneliness, and balancing GRIC with a retail job). Edited and approved by Charysse on June 14, 2026.
Little old me has a website. Little old me has a business. Little old me is a founder. And little old me is so proud.
Now I’d tell you the tune to sing that to, but for potential copyright purposes? I’ll avoid that.
I still catch myself saying (and singing) it like that — like I'm trying to convince myself it's real. Because some days, it doesn't feel real.
Some days I wake up excited, ready to build, certain that everything I'm working toward is coming. And other days I wake up and the doubt creeps in before I even get out of bed — the what if this doesn't work kind of doubt, the who do you think you are kind of thoughts.
Both of those days are part of building GRIC. I'm not going to pretend they're not.
Here's what I will say though: building this has been one of the loneliest yet most clarifying things I've ever done. I don't really know anyone building what I'm building, the way I'm building it. There's no book for this. No framework I can just follow step by step.
It's me, my AI, a whole lot of late nights, early mornings, and a vision I refuse to let go of.
And in between all of that, there's still my retail job. There's still a shift to show up for, a floor to stand on, a version of myself that has to clock in even on the days my body and mind are asking for rest. That tension is real — building something that's mine while still spending hours building someone else's bottom line. I won't pretend that's easy either.
But here's the thing I keep coming back to: it's not a matter of if GRIC gets where it's going. It's a matter of when. I've stopped asking myself "will this work" and started asking "how fast can we get there." That shift — from doubt to direction — didn't happen overnight, and it's not permanent either. Some days I still slip back into the doubt. But I know how to find my way back now. That's the difference.
This season is about outreach now. Less building, more connecting — putting GRIC in front of the people and communities it's actually meant to serve. And that feels different. Lighter, somehow. Like the foundation is solid enough that I can stop white-knuckling it and start sharing it.
If you're building something — anything — in the in-between spaces of your life, in the lonely hours, while still showing up for everything else you're responsible for: I see you. I'm right there with you. And I'd love to hear what you're building.
Shoot me a DM — let's root for each other.
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