Leaving on a jet plane…

In a few hours, I’ll be waking up and heading to the airport, headed for Boston. I’m going to spend a few days visiting relatives in Vermont (and rehearsing my ass off), then back to Boston for the Democratic National Convention on the 24th. I’ll be there an indeterminate amount of time, probly 4 or 5 days. Then down to DC to visit more family and home on the 2nd of August.

This feels to me like I’m embarking on a chapter of my life’s journey. I have no idea what’s ahead of me. Literally. I don’t have a gig that I know of, I’ve only barely met the guy whose invitation suggested this opportunity, but the doors flew open so wide and fast (in large part thanks to members of this community) that it’s impossible to say no. Well, not impossible, but saying “No” to the Divine “Yes” is something I know is generally not a good idea.

So I’m stepping into this great mysterious void of my new life. What surprises me is how calm I feel in the midst of taking one of the biggest risks of my life. I’m pretty much broke from getting everything together, and taking two unpaid weeks off to follow an instinct sometimes creeps up on me as insane. I felt the same way about the Awe To Action conference at some points early on, though, too. Learned my lesson about divine alignment, I hafta say. 🙂