…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 and express themselves in the world more deeply, to 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 and luscious 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 conviction and belief in their fortitude gave them more ’tude!

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. My why might be seen as the ability to ask why, and also why not.

To see around corners. To embrace the spark and share it.

Here, hold it. You light the way now.

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

Yes; let’s. Why not.