02/12/2026
Today, I watched video he recorded on his last birthday, his 48th birthday, and I wept.
He was thin, frail, and yet so clear eyed and spoke with such truth that I felt it deep in my soul.
As he reflected on who he was beyond the identities he’s taken on during his life, he sat in meditation and heard that he was someone who was worthy of God’s love, and therefore he was worthy of his own.
He didn’t share this message with anger, or self-pity, he shared it to provide hope for others so they may know that they are worthy of love, too.
So, I was reminded again to live each day as if it is the first and last day.
With wonder and awe, and with deep reverence and gratitude.
To experience deep love and joy, and then share that generously with others.
I remember that everyday really is a gift, and that tomorrow is not promised for any of us.
Yes, do great work. Be passionate about what you do.
Have fun. Spread joy.
And also, question how you spend every minute of your day.
Give yourself permission to be present in your own life and experience it fully without apology.
Say thank you continuously.
Stop sweating the small things.
Show up for your loved ones and yourself.
Because it’s a short ride.
What would you do differently if you truly believed tomorrow wasn’t promised?
