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INTRODUCTION

About fifteen years ago a good friend asked me, “What do you want to do with your life?” Doesn’t that question drive you nuts? That was hardly the first time I’d been asked it, and I’d never had a suitable answer that felt connected to some clear destiny or deep longing. Yes, there was a time in middle school when I desperately wanted to be a professional tennis player, even though I wasn’t especially good at the sport. The longing was there, though; I played and fantasized about tennis constantly and saw myself battling Boris Becker on the grasses of Wimbledon. My passion for tennis faded through high school, since I preferred to imagine myself onstage with Bono, belting out “Desire.” As a generally directionless adult, I’d always envied my professional friends who had known since childhood exactly how they wanted to spend their time as grown-ups. I never had a clue.

“Really, what do you want to do with your life?” my friend pressed, when I still hadn’t answered him.

I’d like to never have to answer this question again, that’s what, I thought.

I bypassed the impulse to say travel the world and just be happy, trusting I could summon a little more depth in my answer. “I want to spread as much love as possible,” I responded. Cue the rainbows and unicorns! Can I get a puppy over here?

I’m not sure my answer was deep, but it was the truth.

“Okay,” my friend replied, “how do you want to do that?” Pain in the ass, that friend.

“I have no idea,” I said. That was the truth, too. I didn’t know exactly what the role of love-spreader entailed, but it felt like a life goal to which I could commit myself, one that came with an important benefit our world desperately needed — love, love, and more love. More than anything, I believed in love, and in the power of love to create important, positive change. I still believe that, as much as ever.

Seriously, what’s not to love about love?

Love makes the most difference in every area that matters.

It always has, and it always will.

We can all be love-spreaders, by the way, if we choose to be. You don’t even need to quit your day job. Every time we act with kindness or acceptance, we spread love. Every time we choose compassion over condemnation, we spread love. Every time we find the courage to forgive, we spread love. Life presents us with daily opportunities to share a little, or a whole lotta love. Every single time we do, an angel sprouts new wings and cries silver tears of joy. Okay, that angel thing doesn’t really happen, but we do absolutely serve ourselves and our world through love.

Isn’t that reason enough to love more? I think so.

It was with fame rather than love in mind that I launched my Facebook author page in 2012. I wanted to promote both a kids’ movie and a young adult paranormal romance I’d written. As it turned out, the crowds didn’t flock to either. After some feeble attempts at self-promotion, along with the realization that marketing myself made me anxious / want to vomit, I changed the direction of the page. The question, What do you want to do with your life? became, What do you want to do with this page? I came up with the same answer: spread some love.

I decided to make my page a home of positivity, a Pollyanna’s paradise. I began posting about the subjects that mattered most to me, such as kindness, compassion, forgiveness, authenticity and, of course, love. I happy-memed the hell out of that page, and people started to notice. The page took off — hundreds and then thousands began showing up — and I was deliriously excited to have found another outlet for my love-spreading desires. My ego, incidentally, felt equally excited to be getting likes all the time.

Being in the heart-and-soul meme business can get tricky, however. How many different ways could one communicate the meaning of life — or a meaning of life — in a sentence or two? There weren’t enough creative fonts and nature backgrounds on the planet to make everything I wrote compelling. Or unique. I knew that. We self-help, spirituality, personal-development types are all saying the same things, more or less: kindness matters, compassion is king (or queen), love wins, just be yourself. These are good things to say, I think. Important reminders. But are they enough?

I thought so, until a woman commented beneath one of my standard life is so beautiful and we’re all blessed to be here posts: “Not everybody is as happy and positive as you are all the time, Scott. Some of us are really struggling.” That comment hurt — not just because I considered myself a particularly moody person who struggled plenty, but also because my happy words had provoked her to feel worse instead of better, “less than” instead of equal. That sucked. Of course, based on what I’d been posting on my page, she had no reason to see me as anything but a smiling Pollymanna. Why would she see us as the same?

So I started to share myself. For real.

I wrote about growing up with a brother addicted to heroin and grieving my parents, who were murdered when I was fourteen. I posted about the shame I carried for years over being gay, and my struggle to be authentic in a world that wants us to be anything but. I wrote about my fears and insecurities, my sadness and rage, and the ways in which I was working through the darker parts of my life in order to create more space for the light. Don’t panic; my page didn’t suddenly turn all gloom and doom. There was still a lot of love rocks and gratitude is the fastest path to happiness going on. I just let myself be more honest, and more vulnerable. The community that gathered around the page responded in kind, and suddenly many of us felt a lot less alone — in our idiosyncrasies and in our pain. Some version of I feel better knowing I’m not the only one became one of the most common comments I’d see. Honesty and vulnerability are nothing but love in action, after all.

Shortly after I began writing this book, I stood in front of the mirror and asked myself, “What do you want Big Love to do?” An important question, the answers to which I have no control over. A man can hope, though, so…

I’d like this book to remind you that you are not alone, not by a long shot. We are all imperfect; we all have busy, fearful minds; and we all struggle. Every single one of us, every single day. I’d like the book to emphasize that you are as worthy of love as anyone who has ever lived, and that nothing you do could ever make you any less worthy. Or more worthy, for that matter. I’d like it to encourage you to take responsibility for every aspect of your life, knowing that by empowering yourself this way, you set yourself up for deeper peace and greater joy. I’d like it to open you up to perspectives you may not have considered, or reinforce ones you may have forgotten, all of which will lead to a more open and honest relationship with yourself and others. Most important, I’d like this book to inspire you to consider love as the guiding force in your life, regardless of circumstance. Nothing stands to transform us, our relationships, and our world, more than a commitment to live our lives from love. The bigger the better.

Oh, and I hope you laugh more than a little, and I’d like the book to sell at least a million copies.

That’s what I’d like. What about you? What brings you to Big Love?

Perhaps you’ve picked it up because you’re a fan of my Facebook page and want to see if I can actually communicate in more than memes. Or perhaps you love the cover and, like me, sometimes choose books and wine bottles solely because of their pretty labels. It works for me at least 25 percent of the time! Maybe you’re just a fan of love, and the bigger the better, so Big Love makes for an obvious choice. Or you thought this book was about that HBO polygamist series with the same name and you still haven’t figured out it’s not. (Sorry about that.) Maybe, like so many of us, you’re having a hard time making sense of our unpredictable reality, and you’re searching for words, ideas, and people with whom you can connect and from whom you might learn a thing or three. I am, too. Always. We all want to feel a bit more hopeful, and a lot less alone.

Whatever your reason, I’m happy you’re here. Grateful, too. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I forded a river of insecurities and fears to write this book (paging Mr. Drama), and it’s an honor to share it with you. A dream come true, really. That said, just to manage your expectations, I’m absolutely certain the answers to all life’s challenges are not contained within the pages of this book. I’m also somewhat certain that some answers to some of life’s challenges (some of the time) are contained here — at least answers that have helped me find more peace, joy, and meaning. Answers that often begin and end with love. Since we’re all so similar — once you dig beneath the surface to our human insecurities, fears, and joys — I’m confident some of these answers, as well as many of the questions I pose, will resonate with you in some way. We don’t have to live each other’s stories to understand each other’s lives. If the lovely people in my social media community have taught me anything, it’s that we’re pretty much all the same, and we each have so much to learn from one another.

We all want to give and receive love.

We all want to be seen.

I see you, by the way, and you’re positively radiant.

In each chapter of this book, I share a personal experience that pulled me from my center — that shook me up — and the ways in which I brought myself back to peace, and to love. Some of the experiences are tragic, like my parents’ murder in 1985, and my brother’s heroin overdose nine years later. In those chapters you won’t likely be snickering at my clever delivery (assuming you’ve snickered at all so far). Making my way back to center has entailed integrating those realities into my life rather than finding any real closure with them. Does anyone honestly find closure with grief?

Most of the stories, however, reflect on everyday challenges we can all relate to, like the weight of shame, the search for happiness, the struggle to be authentic, and the awkwardness of sperm donation. (Well, maybe you can’t relate to that one.) I look at situations that provoked my mind to do its crazy dance, which just happens to be my mind’s favorite way to boogie. Throughout these chapters, I focus on the many mandates of love, such as kindness, compassion, acceptance, and forgiveness. I consider what happens when we choose love over fear, the heart over the ego. (Spoiler alert: really good stuff.) I don’t shy away from the times I’ve acted like a total asshole, either. In fact, they make perfect examples of how much harder life is when we operate outside the energy of love. (Spoiler alert #2: way harder.)

Though I knew I wanted the book’s title to be Big Love — because I love those two words together and because that’s my most common sign-off to my Facebook community — I wasn’t sure it captured the content well enough. Then I considered all the different examples I share in these pages, all the ways in which I’ve struggled to be compassionate or forgiving or gracious or kind. The instances of overwhelming envy or self-righteousness, the moments of embarrassing failure and shame. In each instance, it was love that carried me back to my center. Love encouraged me to show up for my life authentically. Love challenged me to move forward, despite my fears. Every single time, love walked me home.

The one thing I know for sure:

Love makes life better. Love heals.

Okay, that’s two things, but you get the picture.

Choose love for a week, and see if your life doesn’t feel different. That’s homework, by the way, so get to it. Every time you’re inclined to act from anger or blame or self-righteousness or condemnation, stop yourself, take a good, long breath, and invite love into the moment. Just to see what happens. I’m betting on something great. Even miraculous.

This feels like a good time to get to the actual book. (Unless you’re here for the HBO series and still haven’t figured out you’re in the wrong place. Or are you?)

Before we dive in, I want to give a shout-out to my Facebook community. I wish I could blast trumpets for them. I have no doubt that this book exists, in great part, because of the love and support they’ve shown me the past few years — and because there are a lot of them, which made me that much more appealing to my publisher. They’ve kept me inspired to show up, to keep writing, and to share my truth. They’ve helped me through some dark moments and have reminded me — when I really needed the reminder — that I am not alone, and that I am loved. They’ve encouraged me to keep moving forward and to create a life that more closely reflects my dreams. (It’s happening!) I’m so very grateful for their belief in me.

To you reading this right now, whoever and wherever you are, I hope you never doubt that you are beautiful, resilient, and so very worthy of love, just as you are. Thank you for going on this journey with me. May we get lost in hope, inspiration, clarity, connection, fun and, of course, BIG LOVE.