About 3 years ago today I was incredibly sick in bed back home in Virginia with a tenacious bout of Lyme disease. I was miserable, lost, unfocused, and in the worst place of my life. I could barely move in any sort of athletic manner and seemingly had a fraction of my normal mental function accessible.

Miraculously, what I did have was transparency. Being an extroverted male in my mid-20’s and being in the lowest place of my whole life fostered an environment of true introspection and a circumstance where I naturally unveiled what meant most to me in this thing we call life. Love.

Now I know that's exceptionally vague in many respects, but I knew that was it. Love for my family. Love for my friends. Love for my passions and interests, and truly compassionate love for myself.