I’ve spent a surprising amount of my life being easy to describe and difficult to understand. People see pieces. They see the confidence, the humor, the ideas, the projects, the career changes, the risks, the occasional spectacular detour into something nobody saw coming. They see someone who seems willing to jump into the deep end before checking whether there is water in the pool. What they don’t always see is the quieter person underneath all of that, the one who has spent his life trying to answer a deceptively simple question:
What else is possible?










