There’s a line by the poet Mary Oliver which I come back to time and time again. She asks: “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” My answer is this: to live with love that starts at me but that has no end. To give it freely and fearlessly, despite – or because of – knowing what can come after. A life where I continue to dream, hope, and learn. A life where I stay firm even on shaky ground. A life where I allow my mind and my heart to roam unencumbered. Because in the end, you have to start with loving yourself.