The day before I left to embark on my 1,500-mile, intensive, nine-day fundraising trip to the New England area––a trip that would end up being about the same distance as driving one way from Los Angeles to Mexico City––I felt hugely defeated. Deflated even. Everything in me was thinking about how I could back out. I wondered what excuse I could come up with that would warrant canceling on countless meetings, without harming a bunch of great friendships. Thankfully nothing sufficient came to mind, and I was forced to press through.