The moment: I’m sitting in my little red rental waiting for ibrahim with too little sleep in my system wishing I had coffee and a q-tip. Pg.
We’re leaving the hip-hop convention. There are some who will call the gathering a success, some who will call it a failure; depends on your needs. I was one step away from convention planning the entire time and it was deep to watch folks come and go, envision and plan, fail to communicate, step up in big ways… I saw feelings get hurt, healing happen…but as I leave I think that a lot of conversations didn’t happen. Learning to ask for and accept help is the only way to avoid organizational martyrdom, but its a skill as needed as any other. Pg. What will come out of this? Time will tell. Ibrahim’s here, so we’re off to the airport.