Me, in the space of a paragraph.

My father died mysteriously when I was 10, so as a kid, I never mistakenly believed I was invincible. Because of him, I have given a great deal of thought to death and the concept of family.  I have also devoted much time to discovering what makes a life beautiful: The simplicity of slowness. The sensation of being immersed in water. Touching a loved one's face as I fall into the silent embrace of sleep. Being kind. Feeling scared shitless and then moving through to the other side. Dancing alone in public, covered in sunlight. Watching how others love. Giving more than makes me feel comfortable. Laughing so hard that tears stream down my face. Going way out of my comfort zone. Telling friends why I admire them, and hugging them any chance I can get. Making feelings into art. Letting go. Being honest. Learning to be kind to myself. Seeing without judgement. Being curious. And always trying to exist with joy in this incredible moment that is the Now.