Knowing that I will eventually die ... is one of the scariest things for me to contemplate. Growing up, I was taught that I was going to hell for being gay. Then as society changed, I was told to hate the sin, not the sinner, and now apparently, Christians are starting to “accept” homophobia. It’s interesting how when people change their minds; God seems to change her mind too. Almost as if everyone is making it all up as they go. Little hint: they are. But we all have one thing in common. We all will die, and we do not know what comes next. And if someone tells you they do - run; it’s a cult. Future-scaping and daydreaming is something you can catch me doing when I’m not; well... I guess I’m always doing it. It’s part of my legacy work practice. Every action I take is a step closer to building what I want to leave behind. Daydreaming allows me to imagine moving forward without barriers. I scribble all my ideas down; I create businesses in my head, and I imagine what my future self will do with his time. I have notebooks of scratches, sketches, and doodles that no one else will ever understand. I take that energy and inject it into one step today that leads me closer to that ideal. When you grow up in trauma, not being seen or heard, or appreciated, you work tirelessly to make your mark. And a mark I will make. What legacy are you working on leaving being?