Bittersweet Irony.

A few weeks ago, I was sitting on an airplane about to take off for Honolulu when I get an email that says a bunch of stuff including this:

"You have been hand selected to be one of just 12 women in the US to contribute to [the project] due to your involvement and leadership in shaping future global business and forums to express open thinking, trade and ideas...

...[the project] will be displayed and shared at a gallery event at the inaugural TEDWomen’s Conference in Washington, D.C. in December. "

Pretty awesome huh?

When I got back from San Francisco on Wednesday there was a package with 8 big blank pages waiting for me to fill with people who have influenced me. People who have had a big impact on my life and helped me become whoever it is I am right now.

Pretty intense. Makes you all reflective and stuff.

So as I work to finish this by tomorrow, I've had a few moments along the way where my face gets all messy because I think about how proud my sister would be of me if she was still here.

At the same time I know I wouldn't have been selected for something like this if she was still alive.

Why? Because a big part of how I live my life today is influenced by her death.

The life I was meant to live began the day she ended hers.

How bittersweet and ironic.