For the past three years, I've been doing something I never expected to be doing at this stage of my life. Grieving. Not quietly, in a corner somewhere — but out loud, in boardrooms and green rooms and strategy sessions. Managing teams. Making decisions. Showing up as a leader. Signing contracts and giving notes and holding space for other people's uncertainty while quietly drowning in my own. My husband and partner of 33 years was gone. The world kept moving. And so did I —