I’ve been told my whole life that I’m an old soul and that “I’ve already lived several lives.”

 

So, here's are a few of them so far:

• I decided crawling was not for me and started walking at 10 months old.

• I became a door-to-door lipstick salesman. I was never big on an allowance.

• I moved 17 times. I was a child of nomads, so needless to say, I’ve met more people than most do in a lifetime.

• At 13, I got my boating license.

• I started a jewelry business.

• Then I built a slime empire, becoming the main slime dealer in my middle school. Supply chain was excellent. Demand was aggressive.

• I became a blue-collar worker. I was next in line to captain a 92-foot yacht and somehow ended up operating a boat-moving business at 16.

• I flew a plane with my grandpa in the back. Yes, he survived.

• Then I decided maybe I should go to school, so I went to UNC Chapel Hill.

• I won a kindness award.

• I started a Moo Moo cult. If you’re Moo Moo curious, I can easily explain why they are superior.

• I curated what I consider to be my greatest asset: my vinyl collection, which I hold very dearly.​

 

But anyways,  I’ll spare you the autobiography.

 

Needless to say, I’ve always had a little bit of a hustle in me. I like being uncomfortable and occasionally taking something way too seriously for absolutely no reason.

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Which, I suppose, is how I ended up with the nickname:

Mule.