I knew inside of the first month of dating Stephanie that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. After our third date I wrote a song about how we were going to make babies and turn our parents in to grandparents.
I bought a diamond. I had it put on a ring. Then I had to figure out how I was going to ask her the big question.
It's taken me less than three years to build a company that allows me to make a living working for myself and doing something I love. I've learned real-world skills: web design, social media, marketing and advertising, networking, negotiation, and on, and on. You don't get that kind of an education in school. At least I didn't.
This time three years ago I was miserable. I was working a job that lead to my first panic attack. I spent 70 hours a week at the office and hardly ever saw my friends or family. I was single, which is fine, but I was lonely. I ate protein bars for most meals because I didn't make time to cook. And I was stuck.
I quit my job. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I quit.