I wonder how unique my story is or if this happens to thousands of people, most likely the latter. Let me go further into detail, 13 years ago I had just graduated high school and it was time for me to decide what to be when I grew up. I had no idea what I wanted to do and decided I would pursue (kind of) something to do with outer space. I would be an aerospace engineer, I thought. I went to community college for far too long. I would often hear whispers, "why is he still in community college" and "he should of left a long time ago"? As true as these statements were I had been content with the school life I led. I loved just being a student.
The whispers got louder and the pressure from my parents intensified so I made myself go to the big university. Big uni started out well enough but I just didn't have the discipline to make anything of myself. I wanted to take hard classes and still hangout with my friends. Or rather just do anything but study. I flunked out and dropped out. I lied to everyone and pretended I was still in school. I paid over (rough estimate) $180 once to get a gym membership to the university gym and hang out with my friends. Sad just sad.
I'd like to tell you this is a happy story or that I have things figured out now. I don't. After dropping out I tricked my parents into paying my "tuition" and took a 3 week trip to Argentina and Chile. I had a buddy out there studying Spanish and we (along with a small group) traveled the southern tips of Argentina and Chile. It was here that picked up one of my bigger passions. Photography. I loved photography yet my old habits crept back in. I didn't really do anything to become excellent at it. I could take a picture and kind of doll it up. I never got better, I never became great. I still liked photography though.
Two years after dropping out I met the cutest girl a guy could ever meet. She had also hit some roadblocks in her school life but she was younger and still had a chance to right that ship. She convinced me to go back to school and I did. I graduated 4 years later with two bachelor's degrees, in Journalism (photography) and history.
It has been 3 years since I graduated and I still don't have a job pertaining to my degrees. I kind of hate the idea of having to find stories the "newspaper" wants you to make or so I told myself. I never tried to pursue that career. My dream scenario I think is to be a photo journalist and just be able to create my own content. I tried to start writing before but I lose "steam" (hehe steem).
Four months ago another friend of mine got me into cryptocurrency. Luckily I invested in NEO, then antshares, and it looks like I'll have some decent returns. Not hundreds of thousands but a few at least, not bad. It took me a while to get here (Steemit). I kept hearing about Steem but not enough to peak my interest. I followed lots of crypto-centered accounts on twitter and one day I see some writer posting how he was going to cash out from his steem winnings.
I don't know if this my chance but what I do know is that this is a chance and I am excited to be here now. I read a beautiful faux article on here about how Steem saved a newspaper in the northwest. It wasn't a real story but the story inspired me. Let's see where this leads me too. Perhaps I will finally know what I will be when I grow up.
Torres del Paine - Chile
This is my beautiful girl.