PROLOGUE
I had been invited to this podcast and had almost said no. I was in a no time of my life. I would just say, no, no, no. The world was shutting down, I was about to close my company, I had quietly let go of social media. I had lost my confidence in being any type of a public person. Maybe this was it. Maybe I’d just disappear and find peace living an entirely private life.
I knew I had so much to say, so much to write. But maybe not to the entire world anymore. Maybe, that way, I’d be shielded from the suffering that comes with the spotlight.
But I said yes to the podcast. I still can’t remember why.
I got on, and for the first few minutes, I was almost disagreeable. I had no care for how I would come off. But then slowly, something weird started happening. My host’s attention, the substance of her questions, and hearing my own voice talking about what I love, what I care for, my mission—slowly I felt a surge, like a remembrance of who I was.
After the podcast, the little drop of …