I write words that transport. I create lives from seeds. I compose music that gently flows through the ether. I save civilizations and destroy worlds with push of a button. I travel through time using vinyl discs and diamond needles.

Like most people in middle school, I started keeping a diary of poems around 7th grade. This fascination with the English language followed me to high school, where my poetry became music. I began writing short stories, songs, articles, and anything that involved words.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do in college. My indecisiveness caused me to take classes in almost every discipline: science, business, geography, even fencing. Sadly, you can’t major in sword fighting, so my degree remained ‘Undecided’ until I began learning about the classics.

Not the classics like Charles Dickens and Ralph Waldo Emerson. I mean the classics. Cicero, Caesar, Vetruvius, Plato, the list goes on and on.

It baffled me that we actually had texts from 2,500 years ago, let alone the texts in their original language. As a lover of history, how could I have missed this? I was completely blind to this entire millennia for a majority of my life. I knew I found what I wanted to do. How would this help me later in life? How would I get a job? I had no idea. But I didn’t care. I was going to be a classicist.

I worked as hard as I could to learn Latin and began deciphering ancient texts. I read. I wrote. I got my hands on every classical studies book I could find. And…

Sure enough, it did help me later in life. Through a strange and extremely lucky series of events, I’m in advertising now, and I wouldn’t want to be in any other business. A wise man once said about the ad industry, “It’s the most fun you can have with your clothes on,” and I couldn’t agree more.