I did not dream to become an author when I was young. I wanted to be a surgeon. Clearly, that’s not gonna happen (I cry every time I watch Grey’s Anatomy, or anything sad). Becoming an author was a side-product of years of reading, writing, and thinking.

I spent the entirety of 2019 working on the idea for three different books, but they never seemed to pan out. But, the fourth time worked. The mission seems achievable now. Tangible. But I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t scared. What if no one buys the book?

I hope that’s not the case. If you’re feeling generous, you can support by doing any of the following: share it with your friends and followers, subscribe to get notified, and/or follow the IG page. Or, even just send your good wishes telepathically. I’ll get it.

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Trust me, I get excited every time I see a comment on my articles. What excites me is that someone took 10-20 minutes (my articles are quite long) of their time to read my conditioned thoughts and share theirs.

This is true for all posts: whether it be a post on Linkedn about how to start writing, a photo on Instagram announcing the title of my book, or a really long article on building a second brain. Feedback and comments are an acknowledgement of my hard work.

So the next time you see content from my end, share your thoughts. And, if you like what you read, and would like to share a life-long journey of quenching curiosity, join my newsletter club.

Or if you just feel like saying hi, I’m all ears!

I mean, eyes…