A woman in New Jersey reached out to me this week and we sat down for virtual coffee. She found me because an Israeli friend of hers sent her one of my videos.
Follow that path for a second. It left from me here in the US. It went to Israel. It came back here.
She is a businesswoman like me, launching her beauty line in Israel, running her busy life with her heart pointed at that country.
We talked the way you talk with someone whose brain is wired the same as yours. Two women building across an ocean. Deeply connected to who we are and who we want to be. Both of us with our real life in one country and something essential in another.
And I sat there afterward thinking about that path the video took, and I could not hold it.
I have numbers on a screen that tell me how many people watch what I make. Subscribe to my content. Take my programs. Read my emails.
I look at them. Numbers that keep climbing past anything I ever pictured. And still my brain refuses to grasp what they actually mean.
I have tried picturing the people these numbers represent and it will not assemble.
One woman in New Jersey said where she got the video and it stayed with me for days.
I know the woman I was in Tel Aviv. She was not small and she did not think she was limited. But she did live inside limits and fears. And she jumped into deep water anyway. Then jumped again. Moved countries. Started a life over. Then started it over again. Every time from nothing.
She could picture surviving that. What she could not have pictured was the impact. The reach. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Millions. A video traveling to Israel and coming back with a stranger attached to it who now feels like a friend. Numbers her mind had no shelf for.
You can start something from nothing, do the hard thing, and still not feel it. How long, how far, how large.
What reaches me is always smaller and usually has a name or a face attached. A woman in New Jersey. Her friend in Israel. A path I can follow in my head.
So if you're on the path of something and you don't feel anything by the numbers of your progress, you are not doing it wrong.
You are waiting for the piece of evidence that means something to you. That touches your heart.
When it comes, you will know. And it's much bigger than any number. Mine came as a video that traveled to Israel and was sent back by a born and raised Israeli to a woman in New Jersey who is now a student and a friend.