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I was an accident. Not only did my parents not want me; they wanted a boy. Proving myself worthy has been something I've had to do since I practically pushed myself out of my mother's vaginal wall.
I used to spend my nights looking through every book at the Barnes & Noble on Astor Place trying to find what I wanted my life's monument to be. I knew I wanted to be in Advertising when I saw this ad by David Droga. It was the smartest dick joke I had ever seen. I had found my calling.
I failed my first advertising class. I really sucked. But every night I'd go back home and figure out how to stop sucking.
When I stopped learning at school, I put all my things in my trunk and moved to San Francisco. I had nothing but an idea. And balls. My old department chair said I shouldn't go, that San Francisco was the hardest place to get your foot in the door for newbies and veterans alike. I spent weeks studying Linked In and Facebook, then walked into agencies hoping that 1) I wouldn't throw up and 2) anyone would look at my book. Somehow, an agency that had never taken a creative intern before made room for me.
Six months later I had a full time job at an agency I never thought I'd be good enough to step foot into.
Prove them wrong, yes, but most of all, prove yourself wrong. The days you surprise even yourself make it all worth it. And for allllllllllll the other days, there's whiskey.