This is not a story about me. It’s a story about YOU. Through my eyes.
While organizing TEDxBeirut, I had so much to do, that I barely had 3 hours of sleep even night, for 1 month straight; barely 1 hour during the last week. I was only eating in the car while driving. I also made most of my phone calls in the car.
During all this time, I was still running my design studio (at a reduced load), but it was still running nonetheless. We were still working on the time-sensitive projects.
At the studio, we were also doing everything design and communication for TEDxBeirut. The website, T-shirts, emails, event catalogue, banners, sponsor kits, business cards, invitations, etc.
In addition to that, I was meeting TEDxBeirut speakers almost on a daily basis, starting at 3 or 4 pm; Coaching them and refining their talks.
I was receiving around 300 emails a day. Towards the last 2 weeks, I was clearing my inbox every other day. I was taking and making so my phone calls that my phone bill surpassed $300 that month.
I also spent time supporting Hanane in her times of crisis. Because without her, I and everything around me would crumble. Hanane is my partner in life and in work. She’s the pillar that supports me. I stand in the spotlight, but she deserves all the credit. I’m just a facade.
In addition to all of these, I was still sitting with my thoughts every day. I was still writing my notes every day. Even on event day. I was still showering and brushing my teeth.
And yet, I didn’t crack. I didn’t crumble. Not that it was easy. On the contrary. Not that I wasn’t on the verge of collapse. I was. But I didn’t. I hung in there. I saw it through. I realized that I am capable of handling far more than I ever thought possible.
But this isn’t my story. This is the story of Patricia, our curator. This is the story of Ziad. This is the story of Aya. This is the story of Sandra. This is the story of Joseph. This is the story of Farah, of Fatimah, of Rytta, of Marc, of Zeina, and of every single person that was at the core of TEDxBeirut.
I’m not the hero. We all are. I’m not the only one capable of handling much more that I ever thought possible. We all are.
And that’s how I realized that anyone -yes anyone- can handle much more than we all ever imagined.
YOU can handle much more than your wildest dreams. Just throw yourself out there. You’ll see. You’ll come through.
We all did.