…I hope that I truly made impact within the lives of people that I love.

That the people that I love (many of whom, let’s face it, also love me) were able to love more deeply, feel more expansively, share more fiercely and freely, show up more authentically and, truly, I hope that my intersection with their lives and journeys increased their capacity for all of that by any degree.

That they were emboldened by my bold face. By my own emotional, physical, and sapiosexually thirsty self.

The water runs through it. Here; sip.

I hope that when I die I can know — in the many ways of knowing that are not intellectual — that I was helpful, that I made possible things that were previously deemed impossible, written off, downright dismissed.

That my ripples rippled.

My why might be seen as the ability to ask why, and why not. To see around corners.

My purpose has absolutely been to help others discover their purpose. I delight in seeing what others don’t and can’t see, then showing it to them. Making it possible and helping them get there.

To embrace the spark and share it. Let you hold it. Let you now light the way.

It’s all quite fundamental: unpacking why not leads to why.

Asking why not in an authentic, non-accusatory way can and does unlock.

Yes; let’s. Why not.