We're all alone together.

"We're all alone together..."

I just heard someone say that. Maybe I'm extra sensitive to loneliness tonight because sometimes I forget how to be strong and independent. It's also the weather. My roommate moved to Costa Rica this week. I'm happy for her, I'm not jealous. But I am cold. Cold and lonely.

But so are you. Or you have been, or you will be.

The truth is, writing to you like this, I'm not really feeling so lonely. Lonely feels an old rag I'm done using. It's been done, it's over, it's had its dramatic, full life of wiping up giant spills in my past. It doesn't mean I won't spill again...please allow me the right... but I'm ready for a new story, a new analogy.

"We're alone, no matter what." I heard that tonight too. You know why I'm starting this Million Kisses Foundation? Do you know what motivates me? I'm ready to be alone together with you. I'm ready to hear you tell me a new story. Before now, you and I have met at parties and I asked you, "So what's your dream?" And you said, "You know what I really want?"

"To backpack Europe"
"To work at an orphanage in India"
"To start my own business"
"To be a professional artist"

And I ask you, "What's stopping you?"
You know what you say? What they all seem to say?

Money.

So I started a scholarship fund. You do the dreaming, you do the work and figure out the details of that dream, and I'll help take away the barrier. Not all the way because I don't believe in hand outs. But everyone likes a scholarship, that little extra peck on the cheek. And then after you are in a position to do so, you can help the next person live their dream. It's my own little version of paying it forward.

And I guess I just think it will feel good to be alone all together like this. So what's our new analogy? We're done with lonely rags. We're done with being cold. And we're so done with the word "money" being the end of our party conversation.

I know! I got it! Let's live in a plush, warm dream world where everyone gives each other millions of dollars and...

millions and millions of kisses...

Perhaps it's simplistic. Perhaps it's idealistic. Well, ok. You're right.


But I can't quite imagine better compliments.