Déjà vu

Kimmi and I have been talking about the non-profit off and on for a couple of months. What she’s building is important and game changing. The fact that there are no other emotional intelligence programs for young boys and their caretakers tells me she’s slightly ahead of our time.

Still, I’ve got several creative projects brewing, a budding romantic relationship, and my day job. I’d love to be part of what Kimmi is building, but I don’t have any more bandwidth. I’m torn. I decide I’m not willing to devote a lot of time to Kimmi’s project and I tell her so. We are sitting in that very same cafe at the very same table where I first met her. I avail myself to be her sounding board and help her with planning and strategy. She takes it in stride.

Then she starts telling me about her sushi lunch with Michael Reichert.

Her eyes get big and her pupils enlarge. She recounts how she drove three hours in traffic to see Reichert speak. She tells me how she went to meet him for lunch not even knowing if he would show. She explains that Michael is the real deal and that he wants to help.

I feel that same uplifting energy I felt a couple of months ago. But there’s more.

This woman is committed. This woman is en fuego.

This is her life’s work and she’s going to make it happen whether I help her or not. This much is clear.

So I better get committed or get out of her way.