“Who’s purse is this?! There’s nothing in here but candy!” - Shouted from someone at a party last night. Whoops.

It was my friend Megan’s birthday party. Finally kicking that cold out of my system, I stuck to vitamin water (though the fridge full of jello shots was pretty tempting). I spent the better part of the night talking with my Gay Mentor. It’s a term I branded last night, since she was the one who spoke at my high school when I was 16 and had such a positive impact on my life. We talked about Australia and enlightenment. Compared synchronisties and swapped book recommendations.

She told me, “You’re a sane person, in an insane world.” And over the din of bass beats, laughter, keg stands and tippy cup—she looked at me and said I had to do something before I leave. Just lay it all out on the table in the sake of truth, of honesty. The subject wasn’t belabored, but that conversation bridged something inside me. 

There is purpose.