I get asked lots of questions at Brave Soles. I get it. Everyone is curious to see how an idea takes on shape and grows.
That night there was a very real victory at table 103 with the woman sitting in her rented white ball gown with a death grip on a glass of red wine.
The victory at table 103 was that I had shown up. Not just that night or in that moment in time, but in innumerable moments in time before that...and in the innumerable amounts of time after it, as well.