Last night, I spoke at IgniteSD about the beautiful people of Niger and the things they taught me. During the presentation, I talked about the evacuation and the uncertainty on my life. With a lump in my throat, I said that I was terrified. Well, I am.
That struck a cord with someone and she found me at intermission and asked to meet for coffee the next day. I didn’t know her nor did any of my friends, but that’s the beauty of these events — connecting.
We met at my favorite Sioux Falls coffee shop to have inspiration conversations — Michelle’s — and she told me about her search for the right path. We talked our hopes for Sioux Falls and the art of dream chasing.
“It’s OK to be lost,” she told me.
Last night, I cried from an emotion overload. My head is spinning so fast it can’t land on anything sensible, but I suppose that isn’t anything new. I want to return to my West African hiding spot yet I envy my friends with jobs and normal lives. I want to be everything and nothing at all. I want to save the world and runway at the same time.
I suppose what I need is to be lost to figure it out. It’s scary but invigorating at the same time. From my experience, being terrified often leads to something amazing.
Sorry this post doesn’t make much sense but neither does my life right now.