Most kids longed for recess, the chance to run amok on the playground. They unleashed energy and slammed balls against a concrete wall.
I wasn’t that kid.
Instead I walked to the far corner of the field—indeed the farthest point where the fence touched civilization—and I would daydream. There I sat with pen and paper in hand, falling victim to the forces of imagination.
I believe dreams burrow into our souls and they nestle there for good. We can choose to fixate on them or we can choose to ignore them, but we can never truly forget them.
I’m a writer, yogi, and go-to-market strategist based out of Boston, Massachusetts. Once in a while, you’ll find me gazing into the distance, conjuring words to capture an experience.
That’s the art of storytelling. That’s what I do.