My life really began on Sept. 26, 2007, sitting on a stone wall in New London, Connecticut.
I was 22, single, a recent college graduate miserably working as a construction worker, completely lost about what to do with my life. I had no goals, no real idea what to do with my life.
On that stone wall, I made a promise to myself – no longer was I going to be a spectator of my own life. No, I was going to stop passing the buck and take control of my own destiny.
Two months later, after getting other parts of my life together, I had a vision to become a writer. It was a risky decision – journalists are notoriously low-paid, with virtually no job security. But I knew it was exactly what I was supposed to do.
After honing my skills as a local journalist covering everything from bake sales to unsolved murders, I somehow – through a string of coincidences I still can't believe to this day – wound up in San Franscico, working at LinkedIn. Another string of impossibly unlikely coincidences brought me together with Jennifer Wu, at the exact time I hit emotional rock bottom at the beginning of a global pandemic.
Since then, I've dedicated myself to my own spiritual journey. My book, "How I Found Peace," is my first foray into the spiritual realm, where I describe my own journey toward a calmer, happier life.
Looking back, there were so many things that didn't make sense at the time, which all make sense now. For years, I sharpened my writing skills, without an idea of what I really wanted to write about. My own downfall – as it often does – gave me that clarity.
Today, my life revolves around the two things I'm most passionate about – writing and the inner journey. I sincerely hope you enjoy my book and it furthers your own path.