One year ago, I was creating 70 page PowerPoint presentations for ‘clients’ of our investment bank. (I know I was sleep deprived, but a 'client' actually pays the company at some point, right?)
I do not miss who I was back then. I was stressed constantly, spent no time with friends and unashamedly wore a Patagonia vest...daily.
I quit last September and it has been a fitting year to say ‘fuck it’. Is that the title of my book?? (more likely famous last words). Since quitting finance, I joined a startup in New York, I ‘learned’ hip hop dancing (nobody who saw videos felt I learned hip hop dancing), I started a relationship (just talking to girls is a big deal for me, so an actual relationship is headline worthy and I wanted to brag), I started writing, I starred in an on-stage improv performance and I moved back in with my parents. Hi Mom!
I am asking for your help.
I want to be a writer. Ooooo big fancy creative guy aren’t ya!!?? You gonna be the next JK Rowling or Michael Lewis??? Get used to being poor!! When are you moving to Portland??
(That’s Charlie, my aggressive inner critic. Pay him no mind...)
I will be publishing work each week. Words of encouragement like “this part made me laugh! You’re the best!” would be appreciated. Criticism is also welcome, especially from the smart people. But please be gentle as I am delicate and trying to bloom. My main goal is to write each day and publish each week.
Importantly, thank you for the support I feel from each of you. You all inspire me and I love you all. Feel free to forward to anybody else you think wants to be more creative in their lives.
If at any time, you decide you hate this email, you can quietly unsubscribe. I may notice because there are roughly 14 of you, but I will still love you. Dad, if you unsubscribe... Well, actually the trauma may help my career.
LFG BABY!!!!
Chris
