How I Went From Working For Yahoo To Working For Myself
It’s going to get really bad — before it gets really good.
The other day I was filming a YouTube video and scrolling through the questions people were asking me.
In particular, one of them stood out to me, “What do you do for work, and is it what you wanted to do growing up?”
What a peculiar question. Nobody ever asks that anymore, “is it what you wanted to do growing up…”
I grew up in a pretty traditional household; my cousins had a dad to write fat checks for their kids to go to college, they were all gifted cars for their 16th birthdays, clothing from the coolest stores. They’re all married now with kids and a degree in the medical field.
Are they happy?
Who really knows?
I was raised by a single mom (the most fantastic person on the planet). I paid my way through college and dropped out when I realized what I wanted to do — college couldn’t give me.
I still cringe at the thought of how much money I flushed down the toilet.
I always knew that I wanted to do something creative; I spent months in bed with crumpled up papers all around me, fiercely scribbling lines and words and stories to share with people. I…
