I started my first real (as opposed to fake) job. I’ve had a dozen or so different positions. I wanted to quit at first and almost did. Something clicked around year three and I never looked back.
So many memories. A few rough times but predominantly good ones with cases of greatness sprinkled. I wish my daddy was still alive. Out of everyone I know he’d be the most proud of my stick-to-it-ness. Yep I’m making up words now.
Here’s to 10 more years just as fulfilling as the first 36. I found this old Polaroid from my five year celebration. The briefcase 💼 on my lap (top half slightly showing) was the gift I picked. The handle broke the next day. Lol 😆
I think we look the same. Not a day over 24. Good times 🎉