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I'm 33, the same age my Dad was when he married my mom, and the same age my Mom was when she first went into the hospital...



I think I've lived a pretty full life... Let me give you some perspective... I've lived in my car and in a French Chateau in the same six month time period. I made $15,000 in the stock market from 18-20, then spent it all to go to KU for a very short period of time. I still have $50k of student loans, plus other debt, from EMU that I can't pay because college degrees are a shitty proposition when you get one exclusively to use as a Plan B... I've made up to $100k+ a year in my 20s and as little as $0 a year in my 30s. I've loved and hated my parents. Lost 99.9% of the possessions I valued in my life in one fall swoop...



I've forged some beautiful brotherhoods and opted not to renew others. People have taken advantage of my good nature since I can remember and still try...



I was once a few months away from buying a ring... I've loved with all my heart, but don't think I possess the capacity to love again...



I barely made it through junior high and high school (more on that to come). I was praised by the Board of Regents at EMU, the Dean, The Wall Street Journal, Crain's, turned $4k into $45k selling NASCAR cards, and received a scholarship the same year I graduated on academic probation.



I've put on 125 lbs and lost 85... ���



I got smoked by a car while I was on my bike on the way to my office.



I confined myself to a single white walled room for years working 18 hour days a foot away from my bed on food stamps pursuing what God laid on my heart as the right path for me... only to fail miserably and very publicly after putting it all on the line... twice.



Then, I got my wings... and traveled the world... where I finally admitted to myself, out loud, that I would submit to God's mandate for my life instead of following the glory I wanted... That same day, I booked my first wedding, three headshot sessions, and an event... all while being homeless... it was a breadcrumb, but not the end of the struggle...



I've leaned on a lot of people... some have failed me greatly, and others have filled me up with a sense of home, respect, security, and love...



Some don't understand the way I stand up for myself with such ferocity or like the way I go about things, but you know what? There's nothing worse than the pain of regret... and it's my notion that the heart is a direct line of communication to God or whatever your version of him that may be... and that's what I lead with... �



I guess I could have said "I've gained, lost, and learned a lot", but I can't exactly write a compelling book being a vanilla cone lacking depth... �



Besides, once you know someone's story, you can't help but love them.