Where Am I?

It’s been 5 years since my mom died and while not all days are depression-free I do feel that I’m finding my way to the edge of the woods. Depression really gave me the opportunity to strip my life down to its essential components and arrive at a place where I exist without pressure or expectation from myself, family, or society for what I am supposed to be doing with my life. I escaped the uphill battle of a debt ridden education as a means of acquiring a reliable albeit boring occupation. Depression opened up my schedule and allowed me to follow my intuition to the weed underground, a weird place where I met two very important people. One of them is my best friend and comedy partner, together we hosted an open-mic comedy night where I was finally able to take a crack at my long-time dream of stand-up, something I didn’t “have the time for” prior to the death. The weed underground is also where I met my now and first ever girlfriend, who has warmed the rock in my chest to something better resembling a heart. My girlfriend also introduced me to a 3-week gig as a personal assistant which led to me landing a full-time job in L.A. working for the coolest and queerest producer-writer-showrunner-disruptors in all of Hollywood. 

So, I’m sorry dad, I’m not going to be a physical therapist, I have no idea what I’m “going to be”, but the journey through discovery is fun.