As leaders, it’s easy to forget how deeply our personal struggles intertwine with our work. This year’s Democracy Forum reminded me of that truth and filled my “hope cup” to overflowing. It also filled my heart in a way I hadn’t expected.
Monday morning came quickly after the forum. I was rushing to get ready for work, shuffling things from my travel bag to my daily laptop bag—laptop, check. Notebook, check. iPad, check. Keys, check. But then I spotted a small envelope with a heart on it, buried at the bottom of my bag. I had no idea what it was or how it got there. Curiously, I opened it, and tears began streaming down my face as I read the note inside.
Somehow, amidst the excitement and chaos of the Democracy Forum, a fellow leader had taken the time to slip this note into my bag. In their words, they had seen me—not just my work, but my full self. It was the kind of connection I didn’t know I needed, one that spoke to a deep truth: we all long for safe spaces where we can be vulnerable and still feel validated.
That note is the validation of a journey I hadn’t even realized I was on. It started earlier in the last week, in a loud hotel lobby before the main session on Thursday. Breakfast hadn’t yet begun, and I found myself with a small group of leaders. Serendipity placed me there, with people I would come to call my friends. In the spirit of adventure, we ended up almost accidentally crashing the donor breakfast, only to be gently redirected to the one meant for us. We laughed it off, bonded over the mishap, and made our way to our table.
At that table, something profound happened. Vulnerable from the earlier sessions, I found myself sharing deeply personal thoughts that I hadn’t fully understood or articulated before. I talked about the things weighing on my heart, the challenges I hadn’t yet admitted out loud. My new friends didn’t just listen; they embraced me—literally and figuratively. Their hugs, words of validation, and shared stories gave me a sense of safety I didn’t realize I needed.
Later that night, during one of the final panels with President Obama, the phrase “Hope Requires Trust” was stated, and it struck a chord. I remembered even that morning and how my “breakfast table” checked on me throughout the rest of the forum. By evening, they opened up to me, sharing their own stories and challenges. We had created a bond of mutual trust and care that went far beyond the professional sphere. By the end of the forum, I knew I had made friends for life.
This community has a unique way of fostering authenticity without forcing it. Every time I connect with these leaders, it feels like magic—a reminder that we are never alone in our struggles or our work. We are a band of brothers and sisters, bound by shared purpose and the courage to be vulnerable.
That little note, tucked away in my bag, is a tangible reminder of everything this forum represented: hope, trust, and the power of human connection. As I move forward, I carry this experience with me—a testament to the strength found in the community and the transformative power of vulnerability.
I am endlessly grateful for this community, for the hope it renews in me, and for the trust it inspires to keep showing up authentically, both in my work and in my life.
So cheers to my new brothers and sisters and another successful Democracy Forum!
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