The plane was stuck in the terminal at LAX.
It was crazy because I was supposed to fly into John Wayne (Orange County), but our flight was rerouted due to winter storms in the Midwest.
I was in town for a very intense leadership seminar.
Sitting there waiting for the plane to unload (there was a delay of course), my phone was sucking up the last bit of juice to play the album “The Heist” by Macklemore.
If it were vinyl, it would have been worn out by then.
His words spoke to me. Never had I heard anything like him before.
A white rapper who talks about addiction, shopping at thrift stores, materialism, and human rights?
You cannot write a better storyline than that!
Even better was the fact he was not part of the machine. An independent artist who makes the music he wants to make.
Seeing another entrepreneur the same age as me who built his empire one song at a time.
One YouTube video at a time. One view at a time.
You can watch interviews with the guy and tell he didn’t do it for the money.
But, his fame came with the dedication to the arts.
He has a song called, “Ten Thousand Hours” which is an ode to putting in the work to achieve mastery. A concept made famous by author Malcolm Gladwell in his book Outliers.
Back to my story…
After about 30 minutes stuck in the plane, we were finally free.
Quickly I grabbed my bag, left the plane, and started heading to get a rental car.
Wasn’t more than 50 steps before I walked directly into (I sh*t you not) Macklemore himself.
It was one of those moments of synchronicity.
Not like me acting like a giddy schoolgirl in meeting someone famous for the first time.
I had to pause for a second and think of everything that had led up to that moment to me shaking his hand and getting the pleasure to thank him face to face for his music. His art.
Winter weather delays, the plane reroute, the delay on the tarmac, my phone dying so I couldn’t stop and make a phone call.
Yes, I spared him the pain of me rapping one of his songs back to him in that moment.
We all have times like these — I’m sure you can probably recite a few stories like this yourself.
On a vacation, you see your neighbor halfway around the world.
You are hurting for cash and a check randomly shows up in the mail.
We call our friends and family, and no matter how well we attempt to retell the story, it is only us who truly appreciate what we had experienced in that very moment of synchronicity.
“How many of these moments have I missed from not being fully present?” I thought to myself.
From not being in the moment and being distracted by “life” or whatever.
Makes me always want to live life always prepared so I never have to ask “what if.”
Shoot, what if I had gotten out of my comfort zone and rapped to this dude on the spot and made him experience a special moment?
This story wasn’t just about the music or meeting someone famous.
(He wasn’t incredibly famous at the time anyways)
It was a lesson in staying present. Knowing I can also create these moments at any time by being my true authentic self all the time.
It was just one of those moments.
Moments that make life fun.