How I Became a Writer
Updated: February 11, 2024
Who am I?
It’s a question I’ve been asking myself since I realized that the identity I had just didn’t feel right.
Writing is new to me.
I’ve been writing for about two years since I realized the connection it gave me to other people who are also asking questions. But, it took me a half-decade of failing at other things to get me to where I am now.
And it took me 30 years to realize I had given the world far too much control.
If it’s true that we all have a breaking point where we start to reconsider our lives, heartbreak was mine. I lost someone who loved me more deeply than I could understand and more than my immaturity could handle.
Since then, I went on an adventure to understand myself and what I was actually meant for. My adult life started as an electrician. A trade that I still work in and became a veteran of. Something I cringe at every time I have to say it…
It was the loss of someone important that helped me see that the life I was living was short-sighted and self-suppressive.
Since then, it’s been my life goal to leave that past behind and begin my next life.
I decided that I had to get out and find out what life meant to me.
I sold my house and my car to have investment money, started two apparel companies, quit my job to become a jail deputy, became an amateur graphic designer, became a life coach, started a podcast, and started writing.
I went on an 8000-mile road trip around the States on a motorcycle, became a competitive powerlifter and went to nationals, and moved to Texas to test my resolve and personal comfort.
When you decide to wander out into the unknown, the world you know gets eerily quiet. You're changing and everything you know isn’t.
You’ll endure suffering and discomfort and volatility that all your loved ones just can’t understand. But you know you’re doing it for a reason.
You feel it.