I planned on writing an article about my night on Friday. But, I feel as though I have something bigger to talk about.

Last night (Friday the 3rd), I was able to meet an amazing woman. Most people aren't aware, but Lacey Sturm was the lead singer of Flyleaf, a Christian rock band that was popular back in the mid 2000's, as well as producing solo albums more recently.

Anyway, my friend and I got the amazing opportunity to interview and speak to Lacey for over half an hour. And as we spoke to Lacey, I felt her describing to me every piece of my life that I've encounter so far. The only piece I was missing that differed from Lacey, was faith. While I didn't necessarily agree with the portions of her show that were heavily influenced by Christian faith, I did believe strongly in her philosophies concerning living.

She described to us her influences and her creative process, pointing out her love for her family and her focus on them. How they created in her a different set of emotions she felt needed to be expressed. That doing something as simple as folding her son's Superman shirt would have lyrics and music filling her mind as she did something so simple. She explained to us how she felt the need to teach her children to be a light in the world that is being lost and filled with so much darkness.

As Lacey spoke, I felt an immense amount of awe and wonder for such an insightful and passionate woman. Not only was I caught off guard by her extremely down to earth and welcoming nature (she is the first famous person I've ever spoken to), but that she was so filled with love and warmth for us, after only knowing her for such a short amount of time.

Lacey opened up a part of me that I didn't truly know existed. I have always felt a part of a subculture of people that try to stay on the outskirts of society, away from most people, with only a few, trusted people who understood me. Within minutes, she created in me an existential crisis of sorts that makes me want to reach out and become the kind of light that she described. Attempting to grasp whatever positive impact I can find.