There's something curious happening within these villa walls: at first it was a stirring and rather electric force that was urging all of us to know each other's hearts (whether we wanted to or not)...and now an eerie silence creeping from emptied rooms that pushes us toward the front door and out.Tomorrow is our final day in the Invisible Children office - and most of those precious hours will be spent packing our vans and noggins full of final tidbits of information. And while I am extremely excited to pay forward the beautiful gifts that have been afforded to me, I am weary: we've extreme goals to reach and love to make - both of which I am familiar with but neither of which I am fully cognitive of just yet.
On top of that I have found two monsters within myself called impatience and lust for control, and I swear if I don't conquer the two extremely soon that they will obliterate and undo all the good that's been done within me. It took me a solid two weeks to come to terms with that idea, but I have arrived - just as Jason Russell promised. So if you're a praying miss or mister, please clutch your hands and bow your head for me.
Anyway, I guess this (this grand scheme, our efforts to get Obama) is our mission to the moon. In 1962 President John F. Kennedy unknowingly said the words we'd all be living by today:
"We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will SERVE to organize and MEASURE the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."
I believe in us.
