“It’s a hellscape.” That’s what I usually answer when people ask me about Twitter. Because it is…except when it’s not.
You know how social media works. Somehow Big Brother sees who you’re friends with and next thing you know they’re sending their friends’ and friends of friends’ content across your feed. Sometime in 2020, a tweet about getting a dog popped up on my Twitter feed. It was from a friend of a friend. Of course, I had to weigh in because yes, yes you should get a dog. Always. Anyway, that interaction led to more interactions. Next thing I knew I was donating to The Harambee Collective and making appointments to meet on Zoom with someone I’d never met in real life–Kisha.
Kisha is a lot like my stepdad. I always called him a Renaissance man because he had so many different talents. That’s Kisha. Soon after meeting her online, I found out she was starting to do interior design work, so I commissioned her to help me with my living space. I found that Kisha had a gift for listening and curating ideas that helped me get started on my project.
Fast forward some months, and I found myself on Zoom with Kisha again. This time she was my thought partner around a podcast project that I am working on. (If you’re reading this Kisha, I haven’t given up!) I already knew what a good listener Kisha is and I ended up finding out that she is also an amazing thought partner too–someone who can help you reflect and create actionable steps toward a goal.
This led to yet another collab. Kisha invited me to be a guest on her Instagram live and we had a great conversation around the problems with school awards. (You can check it out here, if you’re interested.)
All of this from an interaction on a social media that is usually a cesspool of negativity.
Two years after that first tweet, we finally got to meet IN PERSON last week when she was on a birthday trip to Los Angeles.
I’ve written a few times about how much I value the online friendships I’ve cultivated over the last two years and there are so many folks I still hope to meet IRL. Who’s next?