I am sitting here at a coffee shop in Austin an hour before I am scheduled to check in at the green room for my South by Southwest presentation having a Talking Heads moment.
You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
You may find yourself in another part of the world
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself: well… how did I get here? (Brian Eno et al, Once in Lifetime)
These moments have become ever so common over the past seven years as Martin and I have deepened our pursuit of the life we are meant to live, following our best discerned notion of what God’s will might be for our lives.
Don’t get me wrong, I am excited to be here and eager to meet new people and hear new thoughts and ideas. And I could weave a version of the “this is why I am here and what will happen as a result” story to justify the time and money I’m spending to be here. But the truth is, I have no idea why I am here. My book isn’t out yet, so I have no “product” to sell. I didn’t have cards or flyers made to promote my blog, book or speaking so any “brand equity” I might garner is minimal. Demographics are out the window since I have spent the past few days meeting with a group of Southern Baptists, Episcopalians and now young techies and artists which appears to be the antithesis of target marketing.
All that said, I am confident I am right where I am supposed to be and that something meaningful (even if not profitable) will emerge from all of this. Each bumbling and serendipitous encounter, experience and observation will propel the next and, one day, I will look back and see how (maybe even why) the pieces came together the way they did. This, of course, is what I will be speaking about later today, so I suppose my uncertainty could be a gift.
Guess I’ll find out in an hour….