Like an unmoored boat, I myth hop, mostly unconsciously. I spin stories and seek experiences and learn things that will make my external world orderly. My internal world is in disarray, so the external is/was the focus. I’ve enjoyed participating, albeit briefly in numerous popular American myths. I was a frat guy, a jock, construction worker, a house painter, a caddy, a bartender and a drunk. An adventurer, a philanderer, a scholar and a leader. A hard ass and a tender heart, a dutiful boyfriend and husband and a lech. I’ve lied and cheated and ascribed the value of gold to my word.
Perhaps more than most, I’ve had mythic career, first in venture capital, then investment banking, then in a startup, then business school. Some dabbling with academia, non-profits and consumer goods. And now firmly uprooted in some sort of second adolescence, bouncing between startups, passion projects and just plain jobs. Adrift without any purpose other than finding it.
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