It’s crunch-time, which mean I’ve morphed into an uber-productive state reminiscent of my years at NYU. Truthfully, it feels like 2013 has been one extended period of crunch-time, but this is where it climaxes. With four finals in less than five days, one would naturally assume I’m holed up in the library (or more likely, on our front porch) studying in a manner only brought about by prolonged procrastination.
False. I’m mid-flight to Orange County, where I’ll be joining a handful of fellow champions and the Shot@Life team that makes our everyday advocacy possible at the Mom 2.0 Summit. Is it the smartest academic decision I’ve ever made? No, probably not (Yes, we can say it’s actually, far, far from it. It’s okay. I know it).
Aaannndd, hold the phone. Hello, small world. In typical fashion, I’m diligently working on something while simultaneously creeping on my fellow travelers. I attribute it to spending the greater half of my adult life in New York. People-watching while working is a skill (amongst the multitudes, of course) we as New Yorkers believe we’ve perfected. Now, back to my current creeping endeavors. I’ve seen this woman before—yes, on Facebook. Forgetting any ounce of social grace I minimally possess, I simply burst into a brief albeit blunt interrogation, “Where are you going? Who are you?” Yes, that’s what I thought. We are both going to the same conference. No, I’m not a mom. No, I’m not really a ‘blogger’…err, maybe I am. I don’t feel comfortable saying that. I’m a newbie blogger. I’m testing the waters. I haven’t really figured it out yet. But, yes, I guess I have a blog.
Another big surprise, I wrote this two days ago (scratch that, it was only yesterday) and never posted it. So here we are, it’s Friday night, and I can confidently ascertain why I’m here. I’m here because I found it—that thing that pulls at my heart. The thing that makes me jump out of bed before six in the morning ready to do anything and everything I can to make a difference. It’s what inspires me to run twelve miles with Charity Miles, not necessarily because that sounds like fun, but because I can save a few lives. It’s why I’m running the Brooklyn Half, why I’ve taken a crash and still stumbling course in social media, and why I launched an Etsy site that I barely have time to restock. It’s because I finally realized I have a voice, and that voice matters, even if I’ll never be the person shouting from the rooftops (I’m much more of a chat on the sidewalk girl). I found Shot@Life. I found my heart-tug, my happy place, that thing, that issue, that makes me talk so fast and furiously I frequently forget to breathe.
I’m here to give one more child a chance to change the world. I’m here to bring a voice to all the children that never got that chance, but should have—children that never got the shot (that’s a good pun). No child should ever lose that chance to something we can so easily prevent, but they do, and it happens everyday. That’s something we not only can change, but must change—and, well, that’s why I’m here.
Well, and we get to hang out w/amazing people like Dennis Ogbe, US paralympian, polio survivor, and fellow Shot@Life champion.