Joy comes. Pure life-filled joy that comes while standing on top of ruins in Cusco while your friend takes a photo. Joy that appreciates the process of getting and being somewhere. Joy that exists because you are where you are right then. Joy that is simply gratitude for being present and making something critical happen. Doing what I am doing elicits my own feelings of privilege and gratitude. I believe in a combination of taking risks and savoring what is already true and miraculous.