My Life’s Sentences

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As a kid, I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. And then I grew up and I still didn’t know. I never took the time to slow down and take inventory of the things I was good at or the things I liked. 

I really didn’t pay a lot of attention to how things made me feel. I think checking in with my feelings as a kid would’ve done a serious number on my self-preservation. It was more advantageous to operate at top speed and to feel very little. 

But today, a few weeks shy of my 29th birthday, I can see now how the things that happened in my childhood very much informed who I am as an adult. And not just what I like or how I feel, but how I see people — and what I’m looking for. Becoming a writer was the first and only thing I wanted to be.

Now I did it...well kind of. I’m a copywriter for one of the most legendary sports teams to have ever existed, the first copywriter for the organization, believe it or not.

No one’s more surprised than me. 

When I started two years ago, every day I walked into their building I wondered if today was the day everyone would find out. This level of concern did something to me. It created this kind of nervousness that manifested into a type of hunger. I knew I couldn’t stop. And I maintained the belief that if I stopped for anything, if I stopped researching, studying, if I stopped pretending then the jig would be up. 

This unrelenting drive made me pretty good. Not good by normal standards because I’ll admit I don’t have an affinity for the Oxford comma, I don’t fucking care. I actually just came around to the semicolon and I only really love the em dash because I think it’s dramatic. But I’m good at this job; I’m a pretty good copywriter because I love telling a good story. And I’ve had a lot of practice — because I’ve been telling a good story my whole life.