I’m preparing for a conversation. An extremely important one. As part of it, I’m thinking through a few questions that I want to ask. I’m feeling a hundred feelings at once. I’m excited, nervous, and, surprisingly, clear. I have a sense of what I want to know, even while what I want evades me. I’m probably a bit giddy. And sober too. I get to query a person who I’ve been listening to, learning from, and appreciating in a rare conversation that I will likely call nothing but a gift.
If you could ask one person who you really respected and admired a handful of questions, who would it be and what would you ask? Uh, Winston, no comments from you and you know why.