We’re all leading something in some way. Maybe it’s a company, a project or a team. Could be a family, a clique or culture.

A new Renaissance. A Revolution. Evolution.

Maybe your heart’s leading your way or your mind’s leading your work or your ideals are leading your art.

Maybe you quietly sneak up on your mission, plodding away, one foot in front of the other. Maybe you explode into it, the shrapnel of your passion slicing through doubt and mediocrity. Maybe you pace or sprint or skip or lurk. Maybe you lead with logic or intuition, with an army of facts or dreams or talent.

My mind and heart are in a relay race, passing the mission back and forth. Go. Go. Ideas will take the lead, swirling, then sharpening, focusing in on a target, a project or a dream – mine or yours…doesn’t matter which – while vision forms, my heart wraps around it as cloak and buffer and guide and when that happens—we’re doomed to succeed. And sometimes not.

The best part of how I work is how deeply I fall in love. The hardest part of how I work is how deeply I fall in love.

In love with ideas.

In love with people.

In love with what becomes possible when gathering varying perspectives, hearts, expertise. Varying challenges, mediums, missions.

I’m in love with this world – even the brutality and the bullshit because there’s always someone giving their life to making that better—

How can you not fall in love with that?