About me — Brennon, Ben or Benny

A man with three first names who loves to overcomplicate his life

Me in Winnipeg

I’ve written in-depth memoirs, summarized some wild travelling stories, and even wrote about my countless near-death experiences, and yet, this post had me looking at a blank page the longest.

What doesn’t help me write About Me sections is that I have also spent the majority of my life constantly looking for what could be, instead of focusing on what is. I can never describe who I am since I keep changing who that is.

For years, I searched for this, buried treasure, to answer all of my life’s questions. I was sailing without a map, while everybody else in my life had their own, but they were guided to their own fortunes, and never mine.

Envy ate me alive while I sat alone at the dock, waiting to set sail, forever struggling to find the words to tell the historians what to write about me if I didn’t return.

That is, until now.

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If you want to know more about me and why I was searching for something grand, we must begin when I was twenty-three and some time before that.

My early adulthood was spent doing what I was told, like most younglings, but I never did what I wanted…