Many, many years ago I found myself at a crossroads... go down some sort of corporate path that has stability or push into my creativity and just see where it takes me. The first path seemed safe but boring as hell. The other path seemed fun but terrifying. I had no idea which way to go. And then I had a dream...

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In the dream, I was running for my life. There was a giant machine chasing me. It was destroying everything in its path. Just sucking everything right up. And it was catching up to me. Fast. At some point, my perspective shifted and I was no longer in my body. I was suddenly completely objective. I felt nothing for the little version of myself that I could see running so hard out of fear. It was like I was watching a movie. And then it happened... the machine caught up... pulled me in. And for the first time, I could see what was on the other side of the machine. It wasn't just sucking everything up to destroy it. It was using it to make something beautiful. Something indescribable with words.

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I woke up from the dream with instant clarity. I knew that I needed to stop fighting it. So that's what I did. I pushed into my creativity and never looked back. It started with stand-up comedy and has evolved into writing and filmmaking. And even though I've only had a moderate amount of success, the process is so rewarding that it doesn't even matter. It's so sad to me when I see other people that haven't figured that out yet. When I see people that are miserable, doing a job that they hate. I'd love to be an inspiration for people to stop doing that. To start doing the thing that makes them happy.​