There's one thing I really know how to do: love.

I live with artists. They make things. I make things too. But they know what they want. They have big, solid dreams. I have many, many small ones.

It's funny. I write these brief lists without ever looking at the big picture, or trying to figure out what it all means. (It all means something.) For instance, I say I'll be content in ten years if I'm married with a dog, a small house, and a small yard with a green lawn. Add five years and children? Traveling. Delicious food. Adventures. Sundays under the covers. Ice cream. Canoeing.

What I want always includes somebody else.

My self-worth has always depended on others. I don't think that means I'm incapable of doing things on my own. I just value having others to share my accomplishments with.