As a sophomore in high school, a 12 year old bruised my ribs and my ego at the same time.

As a sophomore in college, I went to my first UT Texas Creative critique. The 12yo hurt my ego less. 

But a bruised ego means it was too big to begin with. I've since grown thicker skin.

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I didn't know why women wore cups, then I got hit with an sword and found out.

I didn't know why creatives were always so tired. Then during my internship at D&G, I spent 14 hours editing video assets just to hear the client scrapped the project the next morning. You learn these things the hard way.

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I once got hit so hard, my mouth guard broke.

At my Richards Group internship, I once wrote for so long my Mac overheated and died. It was old, so I get it. But minutes before deadline?! Rude. The point is I go all in until something gives. Hopefully not my laptop. Or my teeth.

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In a two-on-one sparring match, I got hit in the face twice in one second. 

Upon graduation, the world got hit with a pandemic and a recession. To cope, I've overhauled my site, taken up freelance jobs and internships, and I'm trying to write daily so I don't lose it.

 

Improvement can be painful. But it's like they say. No pain, no gain. 

If you're interested in my work or want to know what getting kicked in the face is like, hit me up.