Yesterday, I got to participate in something very, well, cool.

One of my clients asked me to facilitate a conversation between four local artists. Four women who teach at universities and create exciting artwork. Intelligent, compelling, articulate women.

It was one of the most exhilirating experiences I’ve ever had in my professional career.

Ironically (or maybe not), it’s work that I’m doing pro-bono.

Not that I don’t appreciate the clients I have who mail me a check. I get some satisfaction from that work, certainly. I wouldn’t still be pursuing that avenue of employment if I didn’t.

Yet even though I got a parking ticket (again, damnit!), even though I’ll have to transcribe notes from a nearly two-hour session, even though I have no idea of how I’m going to boil it all down to a mere 1,200 words for the article I have to write, I know my heart is going to be in this project more than anything I’ve ever worked on.

That in itself is priceless.