Recording to me

Previously

…I nodded. But somewhere deep down, I knew I would say yes. Because the roundtable wasn't just about me. It was about the movement. The Practical Idealists. The youth track. The city-wide initiative. And the story that was still unfolding. I packed my bag and stood. Laura did the same. We walked out together into the fading light. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked. "Same time. But first, I have a roundtable to prepare for." She smiled. "Ideal donkihot." "Always." I walked home, the city humming around me. My phone buzzed again. Another message: "I'm a therapist. I'd love to volunteer. When can we meet?" I smiled. The windmill was real. And I was climbing.