It is 2005. I am 25 years old. I have been writing seriously for about four years and taking photos for two. No one has taken any chances on me yet. I have a four poster bed and a shitty job. I am about to start a project that will take me to a million different places, that will, in a small and strange way, launch the beginning of my career.
In the next four years, I am going to write over a hundred stories, I am going to be published in bookstores, my photography is going to be in galleries. I am going to be invited to conferences. I’m going to become an early adapter to podcasting. I’m going to be called an expert on social media. I will be promoted at work. I will get married. I will meet my idols. I am about to lose some very dear friends.But I don’t know that yet. All I know is that I have a lot of work ahead of me.
And I still do.