I'll admit. There are moments at work where things get very mundane. My heart doesn't skip a beat and my knees don't buckle in fear anymore when I'm told to do a story on an unfamiliar topic.
Which is a good thing, of course. I mean, I can't imagine living in fear all the time when I'm told to do something.
But every now and then, my timid heart is awakened and I can feel my timorous self walking back into the building again.
About a week or so ago, I got the chance to interview someone I look up to quite a bit. Ok, a lot.
Someone whose writings has inspired me to not just get through things, but live through them. Someone who has taught me the power of simple, honest writing. And someone I never imagined I would talk to one day.
That day came. It was a Friday. I spent the entire day worrying about whether my questions were adequate. I prepared 15 questions for a 10-minute phone interview.
At 7pm, I made the call. After a few failed attempts - I'm still learning how these international calls work - the line got through.
His voice came on the phone. I said, "Hey Mitch!" As it was a casual phone conversation, I thought it'd be inappropriate to include his last name, Albom.
