A Story About Being Bald.

Hello! Welcome to my newsletter. Or blog. Or whatever you want to call it.

I want to start by talking about being bald.

I've been bald since I was 17.

Yes, 17.

Barely old enough to watch an R rated movie by myself and too young to buy cigarettes. Half the age of when men start contemplating whether or not they need Rogaine.

I remember during my senior year my hands would be covered in hair every time I washed it. This is traumatizing stuff for a teenager already battling depression. Unfortunately it's moments like this that seem to circle in my head the most when I think about my childhood.

Without going too deep (yet), I'm jaded.

By loss. By grief. By shame and isolation.

But deep down I'm ridiculously stubborn and optimistic. I may be on anti-depressants, but there's not a day that goes by where I don't think about what's possible if I keep trying. What if I find a way to give a little more? Maybe then I can overcome my loneliness. Or maybe if I stick around for one more day, there's something on the other side.

My hope with this newsletter is that by peeling back the layers of who I am, I can help you too.

Together, we're gonna talk about personal growth, business, and creativity. Those are the things most on my mind and exploring them gives me a reason to keep pushing each day.

Thanks for joining me on this. Here's to hoping, one day it'll all make sense.