Aren’t these sections of blogs just the worst? Reading paragraph after paragraph about some stranger’s childhood and all of their successes and failures. Here’s me in a nutshell and I promise if you keep up with what I write, you’ll find out who I am and what I stand for… and probably even a couple of the personal details and boring childhood stories along the way.
I’m a 27 year old Gen-Y guy [forgive the buzz word] who is a mass of contradictions. I’m the harsh businessman with a soft heart at the core. I’m the health nut who still can’t say no to a good cheeseburger. I’m the guy who stutters but still never shuts up. I’m the guy with expensive taste who is too practical to indulge most of the time. And it goes on and on.
I have a passion (and a few flatter me by saying a knack) for business and technology, an obsession with efficiency, a love of food and fitness, and a deep desire to connect and understand people because I believe in the idea that everyone has a story to tell and a lesson I can learn.
I’ve touched more industries in 6 years than some people will touch in a lifetime. Everything from photography/videography for competition cheerleading to health insurance to SaaS companies to consumer electronics. Each one having brought a revelation about myself, those around me, business, or just life in general.
If you can’t handle the occasional touchy issue, commentary dripping with sarcasm or questioning the status quo, then I wouldn’t recommend sticking around. I’ve never avoided the unpopular opinion and no walking on eggshells here. I try to avoid soapbox topics, but hey… I’m only human and after all, it’s my blog right?
What’s this about “a life not scalable”?
You can read the more detailed explanation here, but in short it was a phrase that just bubbled up and came out of my mouth when a former business partner and close friend asked me what I wanted to ultimately have 5, 10, 30 years down the road.
Winkles? Where did that come from?
The name pops up in English and German records, but for my family it was all about England (which might explain why I am a self-described anglophile… Downton Abbey anyone?). My boyhood dreams were completely satisfied when I found out that somewhere way back in the genealogy we were actually English knights. Come on! We’re talking swords, armor, and what I like to imagine was a big ass black horse. What boy wouldn’t want that on his family tree?!