I grew up in a middle class family, but I've had nothing handed to me. I paid for my own college education at a private liberal arts school, working two jobs every summer and investing in the stock market in high school to save up.
I ran track in college as a walk-on for a Division I team and broke a school record. I nearly earned a scholarship before injuries forced me to miss out.
I moved to Denver to intern for the Broncos in 2007 and spent my 21st birthday in an apartment with no furniture, internet or TV. After internships with the Tennessee Titans and Washington Post, I started my career as a sports reporter in New Mexico.
Soon I faced a tough choice: Stay put and hope to still have a job in 10 years in the career I always dreamed about, or leap off the sinking ship before the industry dies. I took a leap, working for the San Diego Chargers in the NFL.
After two years, I decided I wanted to pursue life outside work. I had these unfulfilled athletic dreams due to my injuries in college, and I dream big. I decided to move to Colorado and pursue some serious mountaineering and climbing goals, and I transitioned into a manager's role for a startup national football website.
In the meantime, I endured a pretty big betrayal in my personal life that left me emotionally bankrupt and financially destitute. The website has the long-term potential to give me the freedom and flexibility to set my own schedule and pursue all my dreams, but until it takes off and until I can get back on my feet financially, I collected a ton of other part-time jobs.
After working 120 hours a week from January to May, finally I am cutting back a bit at a time. I should be back at about 100 hours a week by August, and I have clawed back to where I was a year ago financially.
I have worked my backside off for years, and I feel like the life I want for myself finally is on the horizon. I'm not stopping until I get there.
The only thing missing is some beauty and tenderness. Someone I can share life with. Someone I can pour my heart and love into. Some dudes scoff at the idea of a romantic interest being a best friend, but not me. Someone who shares my faith in Christ. I have a tough time finding someone who is willing to give as much to me as I am to them, but I'm not going to stop picking myself off the ground and trying again.